Sylvania
The Forests of Sylvania
Damp leaves cling to your fur. The air is chilled, and thick with fog.
There is an eerie silence upon these woods.
In the canopy above, strange birds watch you, their pale eyes contrasting against their dark plumage. Their calls are eerie and otherworldly, and not at all like the harsh shrieks and chirps you are familiar with.
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