In the dim recess of the twilight, where whispers weave tales untold, a flicker of gleam breaks the monotony of dark velvet skies.
Here, children with eyes like pools of moonlit waters play. Their laughter echoes in hollow tones, a sound that both comforts and chills the marrow.
The trees, ancient guardians of secrets, sway gently. Are they welcoming you, or are they warding off the unseen threats?
Follow the gleam and perhaps you'll find the truth hidden in the labyrinth of stars and shadows.
Beware, though, for the whispers speak of paths not meant for mortal feet, trails leading to the doorways of dusk.