And in the heart of the ancient wood, where the whispering canopies converse in secret tongues, there lies a forgotten hymn. Its notes, like zephyrs, dance amongst the leaves, a fleeting memory of twilight's embrace. Press your ear to the verdant wall, the gentle susurrus of the sylvan realm, and let the melody guide you to the edges of reverie.
Listen closely, listen deeply, to the echo of sylvan song:
Venture onward, through the labyrinth of thought, and discover the stars hidden in the earth's twilight. Their faint signals flicker like the daring dreams of sleeping giants.
Wander beyond these woods: Hidden Glade | Timeworn Tales