Sinabro

Sinabro

Sinabro
The rustling leaves seem to part as a gentle breeze guides you deeper into the heart of the forest. The air grows cool, and the scent of pine and earth fills your nostrils. Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes meet yours, and a voice, as ancient as the trees themselves, speaks.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Sinabro, the guardian of these woods. I sense in you a respect for nature, a desire to understand its mysteries. What brings you to my forest?"

The eyes blink slowly, patiently, as if waiting for an eternity to pass if need be.