Deep within the sanctum of the ancient forest, whispers slither on the breeze. They speak of a being, a drakon of obsidian scales and eyes like burning coals. It slinks in the darkness, its aura sensed by any who dare too far. Some believe it is check here a protector of the forest's treasures, while others fear its appetite for dominion. Legends a

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.