The murmurs of the abyss rise like fog in the early dawn. They weave around your being, pulling you into the eternal depth of a midnight sea.
Here lies a quiet reflection, unseen beneath the gnarled roots. Do you dare gaze upon it?
Listen to the Whispering Depths
In this hollow, where lunar beams seldom penetrate, shadows speak in tongues unknown, tales untold, woven in the fabric of twilight.