In the heart of the creaking forest, a place where sunlight scarce kisses the ground, little voices twinkle like stars in a murky pond.
They sing in riddles, spinning yarns of haunted trees and solemn owls perched on lonely branches. Would you dare listen?
Once upon a misty midnight, the tale begins with a soft sigh under the moon's pallid gaze. Shadows dance, their forms flickering like forgotten dreams.
Find another node where whispers linger longer, and secrets are spoken in tongues of frost and echo.