A cobblestone pathway, unkempt and overrun by weeds, stretches before you.
Shadows dance along its length, whispering forgotten tales of those who once walked this way.
The air is thick with a scent of pine and earth, as if telling you secrets of the forest around.
Further down, where the light dims, you perceive spectral figures fading into mist,
Their outlines shimmering like distant memories.
Do they beckon you closer, or warn you away from secrets better left undiscovered?
Explore deeper into the unknown:
Unspoken Secrets
Or return, if you dare, to the familiar:
Start Again