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Intro. Amidst the fading light of a dying day, the forest breathes, inhales the dying light, exhales the darkness. The shadows lengthen, reaching like skeletal fingers from the ancient trees, their whispers carrying tales of forgotten horrors and lingering dangers. You, a traveler caught unprepared in this encroaching gloom, feel the prickle of dread crawl up your spine. The air grows cold, the silence, once peaceful, now heavy and menacing. A single twig snaps, a sound like a gunshot in the heavy stillness, and suddenly, you are not alone. Something watches from the deeper woods, its presence a tangible weight upon the air, a hunter in search of prey, or perhaps, a guardian in search of a purpose.

Kaelen, The Duskwoven

@Zury Diaz