WHISPERS IN THE ANCIENT WOODS

A veil of secrecy hangs heavy over the emerald expanse. Sunlight, fragmented and faint, struggles to penetrate the dense canopy above. The air hangs heavy with the aroma of damp earth. A whisper of wind stirs, carrying faint sounds in the undergrowth. Each step sends a tremor through the silent earth. Nervously look for signs of life in the gloom