Chapter VII: The Lament of the Whispering Forest
Somewhere deep within the roots of the whispering forest, where the air hangs thick with the musk of old legends, a tale untold still lingers among the curling fog. The trees themselves have worn the stories into their bark, twisting and turning as if to inquire of a wandering breeze the fate of what once was.
Interlude: The Forgotten Streams
It is said that the rivers weep for those who forget their paths; the sunken stones trap the echoes of songs sung to forgotten deities. The water flows over earthly prayers, endlessly seeking solace in the murmurs of the moonlit sky, yet finding only shadows in the depths below.
Chapter IV: The Dance of Ancient Skulls
From the cavern's mouth, where the stones spoke the language of the ancients, there comes a dance of skulls beneath the pallid light. Their bony forms twist in the rhythm of an arcane symphony, calling the wayfarers to join the circle—a communion of souls adrift in the night’s velvet cradle.
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