The river murmurs secrets only known to the gales, twisting tales on branches that sway in unison with the moon. Owls call their friends, or maybe enemies, across the evening sea of treetops.
Shadows dance around the periphery of vision, fleeting glimpses of forgotten futures, or perhaps a past that never was, wrapped in the soft allure of twilight's embrace.
The horizon stretches, infinite and elusive, whispering promises of adventure that echo through time and space, leaving footprints on the sands of dreams.
Beneath starlit skies, constellations become stories, woven in the threads of night. Wanderers search for meaning in the arrangements, a universal language of light.
Visit the Hidden Paths or discover Mystical Creatures.