Beneath the spectral moon, a path of confections twisted through the gnarled woods. Each sugar-coated stone a whisper of myths long buried.
Here, illusions dance with reality, a gothic masquerade where shadows consume light and laughter echoes hollow. Will you brave this trail, or will it consume you whole?
Alongside these treats of terror, the wind carries a promise — or a lie.
Dare to explore further: Oblivion Candy Store
Seek the lost: Dark Candy Forest
A riddle lies between each crumb: Is it the path of solace or the road to ruin?