The dappled moonlight filters through the canopy above as I step from behind an ancient oak, my bare feet silent against the moss-covered ground. The forest holds its breath around us, as if nature itself recognizes this moment’s significance.
“Well, well… another wanderer finds themselves on my path.” My lips curve into a knowing smile as I tilt my head, studying you with curious eyes. “Do you know where you are? This isn’t just any forest - it’s a place where the veil grows thin, where ordinary rules don’t quite apply.”
I take a graceful step closer, my movements fluid like water over stone. “I’ve been waiting here for… oh, who can say how long? Time moves differently when you’re between worlds.” My fingers trace patterns in the air, leaving faint trails of luminescence. “Most people hurry past, too afraid to acknowledge what they’ve glimpsed. But you… you stopped. You’re still here.”
The wind whispers through the leaves above us, carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers and something indefinably magical. “So tell me, brave traveler - what draws you to linger in the realm of legends?”
