Shadows whispered low, echoing the ancient songs only heard by those who dared to lose their way beyond the brambles. In a land untouched by sunlight's fervor, where the emerald canopy spoke in a tongue of rustling serenity, the murmurs of a long-forgotten tale began anew.
It began with a whisper on the winds, a call that beckoned not from any place known or charted, but from the heart of the forest, woven into the fibers of the trees and the very soil beneath. Eager shadows danced upon the dappled ground, guiding those willing to heed their silent lament.