BLACK SERPENT'S WHISPER IN THE NIGHT

A chill wind moans through the skeletal branches of the ancient oak, carrying secrets on its breath. The moon, a sliver in silver in the indigo sky, casts long, eerie shadows that dance and writhe like phantoms. From the heart of the darkened forest, an voice rises, low and creaking, a sound that frightens the very soul. That is the Black Serpent'