In the sighs of midnight's breath, where the stars are veiled whispers, there lies a tale carved in the shadows of leaves. Silence between stars speaks...
Once, beneath the emerald canopy, a spirit lost amidst the echoes of forgotten woods wanders with a lament. A ghost of green, woven in vines and memories, lost to time yet anchored by shadows.
The moon bleeds silver through the silent branches, a symphony of solitude heard only by the ancient trees. Here lies the ghost's song...