The air crackles with forbidden knowledge, hidden in the dusky shadows of ancient trees. The night speaks in tongues, a silent choir of whispers urging the brave and the foolhardy alike to step beyond the known paths.
In the heart of the woods, say the old ones, there lies a crossing—a frontier where thoughts become reality, and dreams are mingled with dread. The raven watches, its eyes dull mirrors of the soul's truth.
Enter the Depths Unseen Fables Lost Echoes