Almost two centuries have passed since the mysterious tragedy of the Poseidon's Fury left its entire crew slaughtered without a trace of the assailant. Only a single shred of evidence remains - a cursed scroll clutched in the captain's severed hand...
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Carrying their old leather bags, the friends entered the forest, enjoying the smell of pine needles and fertile soil. A peacefulness surrounded the ancient trees, making their footsteps quiet as they walked on a thick layer of fallen leaves and needles.
The tall pine trees stood on both sides of the narrow path, with their top branches twisting out of sight. Beams of sunlight filtered through the gaps, decorated with specks of pollen and seeds from the rustling branches. A soft breeze moved through the trees, causing the branches to sway and creating a spooky forest melody.
Up in the canopy of branches and needles, birdsong filled the air. Wood pigeons made mournful cooing sounds, their calls echoing through the quietness. Nearby, a nuthatch pecked loudly at the bark, each tap resonating like a silver bell.
After taking a deep breath, the friends began walking at a relaxed pace. Chrysomallo checked her tablet for directions while Dex walked behind, remaining attentive to their lush green surroundings. Themistonoe turned her face towards the speckled light, a small smile playing on her lips as the birch leaves quivered overhead.
The forest emitted its own unique calmness. There was no noise or commotion from human activity to disturb the peace of these ancient woods.
Only the gentle sounds of nature filled the silence: the rustling of the wind, the whispering of the trees, and the concealed flow of nearby water. It was a place for attentive listening and observation, where secrets waited to be uncovered by those patient enough to discover them.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
(Pine sentinels of the forest road)
After a while, Dex spoke, "The forest takes care of its own. Sometimes, something unusual happens."
Themistonoe thought, "Just like Caravos, it hides its secrets well."
When they reached the twisted branches of an old oak tree, Chrysomallo looked at the map. "The fork is in this direction. Let's be careful and watch our steps." They turned left, and the forest surrounded them even more.
The friends went deeper into the peaceful forest, relying on Chrysomallo's careful etchings. Covered in moss, the tree trunks closed in on their narrow path. The birds stopped singing to listen to the unfamiliar presence moving through the trees.
