Led through the mist by the milk-light of moon
All that was lost was revealed
Our long bygone burdens,
Mere echoes of the spring,
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
How the gentle wind beckons through the leaves
As autumn colors fall...
Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history, lies a place that few have seen. A mysterious place called the Unknown, where long-forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the Wood.