Deep within the heart of the forbidden forest, murmurs slither on a wind. They speak of a being, a serpent of obsidian scales and eyes like glowing coals. It slinks in the darkness, its presence felt by all who venture too far. Some believe it is a sentinel of the forest's secrets, while others loathe its appetite for control. Legends are woven aro

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.