So you find yourself wandering down a path, not like the usual ones. Maybe it's a walk in the evening, shadows playing tricks. Did the light flicker or was that your imagination?
The garden gate creaks with stories untold. Grandma used to say there’s magic behind them, or just her cats, probably.
Ever ponder why cats seem to know things? They're plotting something, or maybe not. Just a cat thing, I guess.
The Enchanted Forest AwaitsWhispers of leaves, rustling secrets. Or perhaps it's just the wind reminding you to listen.