Shadows weave between towering sentinels, their gnarled limbs murmuring in a tongue long forgotten. The air hums with unseen whispers, a lullaby of rustling leaves and distant echoes, neither past nor present. Pale glows flicker between the trunks—fireflies, or something watching? The brook mutters secrets to the roots, its voice lost in the hush of the night. Step too deep, and the forest may remember you. Step too light, and you may forget yourself. The Enchanted Forest Night is not merely seen or heard—it is felt, and it lingers.
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