Whispers in the Mystic Forest

…the wind sighs through silvered needles, telling tales of moon‑lit rivers.

…a rustle near the roots, as if an ancient oak is sharing a secret.

…soft footfalls of unseen fae, leaving trails of glowing pollen.

…the bark creaks in rhythm, a lullaby for wandering spirits.

…a distant owl hoots, echoing the heartbeat of the forest.