I am the call of the forest night, one among the lost, the figure unobserved along the shadowy moonlit path beneath the branches of a darkened hemlock tree. I, too, am that feeling, in the pit of your stomach, drawing you deeper and deeper into the wilderness, into that hidden void, where all else sounds for your retreat. I am all this and, yet, more things stranger still. But here, traveler, I am docent of these woods. The sole keeper of a lonely fire, like myself, flickering in and out of existence. I will be the light that guides your way into the unseen beyond. Take my lead. By the chorus of wolves and howling of the northern winds, follow me past the screeching boughs and forbidden trails into the Lumberwoods.
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