BLACK SERPENT'S WHISPER IN THE NIGHT

A chill wind moans through the skeletal branches of the ancient oak, whispering secrets on its breath. The moon, a sliver of silver in the indigo sky, casts long, eerie shadows that dance and writhe like phantoms. From the heart of the darkened forest, a voice drifts, low and hissing, a sound that pierces the very soul. It is the Black Serpent's W