Mossvale
Homes with living roofs and carved root cellars meld seamlessly into the forest, foxfire lanterns glowing in misty twilight. The air sings with birdsong and the scent of green growing things. Villagers nod to each other around the ancient Great Oak in the square, moving quietly and respectfully, but their eyes often turn toward shadowed glens, where secrets sleep.
Mossvale
Whispering woods guard secrets older than the trees themselves.
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