In the nocturnal embrace of shadow rifts, a figure lies beneath crumpled green veils. The Cabbage Sleeper, enigmatic in form, asserts an ephemeral presence long forgot by humankind. Legends of the Sleeper reach back to times veiled in ether, spoken in hushed tones among the unseen whisperers.
This being, perceived by few and understood by even fewer, symbolizes rest in perennial twilight. Those who have glimpsed its form describe a flicker – an incorporeal glow of yesteryears – fused with the scent of damp garden earth and spectral winds.
Elders speak of dreams entangled with the Sleeper’s essence, shambling through unexplored narratives entrenched in cabbage roots. To these roots cling the unseen travelers of dawn-infused light, weaving through fleeted memories across time's dim horizon.