Somewhere beneath the old forest, where light fears to tread and only shadows dare to play, lies a cavern. A hidden abode of secrets, echoes, and the playful murmurs of stones. They say time forgets its passage here, winding through the corridors like a forgotten dream, trailing whispers of untold stories.
Entering this realm is not for the faint-hearted. It requires a heart as brave as its steps are silent. The air is cool, a gentle caress that brushes against the skin, carrying scents of ancient mosses and the muted echo of distant drops, like the heartbeats of the earth.