Deep within the core of the ancient forest, echoes slither on the wind. They coil of a creature, a wyrm of obsidian scales and eyes like fiery coals. It slinks in the shadows, its power sensed by those who venture too deeply. Some assert it is a protector of the forest's secrets, while others loathe its appetite for dominion. Stories are crafted ar

As the/a/an black/midnight/ebony snake slumbers beneath the/a soft/gentle/warmed earth, its/his/her dreams weave/thread/spin tales of ancient/forgotten/whispered wisdom. In/Within/Through these visions, a/an/the serpent sees/glimpses/observes flashes/streaks/glints of power/knowledge/truth, hidden/obscured/masked from mortal/worldly/ordinary eyes.