Beneath the shroud of an ancient willow, where sunlight dabbles upon emerald leaves, lay an inscription—a whisper from the forgotten. The letters, etched in a language lost to most, curve and twist, beckoning the keen observer. The air trembles with secrets, waiting to be unveiled by those willing to transcend the veil of silence.
A lone crow, perched upon a twisted branch, caws thrice as a sentinel to the curious souls. It is said that this creature holds the key to understanding the riddle ensconced within the willow’s roots. Listen closely, and perhaps you will discern the music hidden in its cries.
As twilight descends, the willow’s shadow elongates—forming a doorway into realms untouched. Only the bravest dare to pass through, guided by the crow’s song, into the heart of the mystery. Will you step through this threshold, where echoes of the past intertwine with threads of fate?