The air hangs thick, infused with the scent of twilight apples, bruised and fallen. It is here, amidst gnarled roots and ancient bark, that the whispers begin. Whispers as old as the stars—of skies uncharted, of paths unfollowed.
Beyond these steps, the landscape unfurls, tinged in hues of forgotten galaxies. Communication threads among souls long at rest, their echoes gently brushing against your own.
"They spoke in riddles, languages not bound by the earthly tongue..."
With each step, a doorway opens that leads deeper into senses untouched by time. A foreign shore where footsteps resonate with orbits yet to complete, threading together a cosmic tapestry interwoven with fate and the shadows of it all.
Enter the Forest of Stars