BLACK SERPENT'S WHISPER IN THE NIGHT THE BLACK SERPENT’S MURMURS DURING THE NIGHT

A chill wind whistles through the skeletal branches of the ancient oak, tugging 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, a voice rises, low and raspy, a sound that frightens the very soul. This is the Black Serpent's