BLACK SERPENT'S WHISPER IN THE NIGHT A SERPENT’S DARK WHISPERS AT NIGHT

A chill wind whistles through the skeletal branches of the ancient oak, whispering secrets on its breath. The moon, a sliver against 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 raspy, a sound that frightens the very soul. This is the Black S