As the/a/sun sets low on the horizon/the land, casting long shadows/painting the sky with hues of/bathing the forest in a golden glow, the wind/a gentle breeze/ rustling leaves begins to whisper through the trees. Each rustle/Every whisper/Each sigh sounds like/resembles/feels like secrets shared/stories untold/ancient knowledge. Deep within/Tucke

The sun dipped below the skyline, casting long and eerie shadows across the forest floor. A gentle breeze rustled through the branches, carrying with it the rustling of unseen things. It was a night when secrets were heard on the breeze. Will you listen? The Heartwood's Secret Deep within the ancient/a sprawling/that vast forest, a legend