BLACK SERPENT'S WHISPER IN THE NIGHT THE BLACK SERPENT’S MURMURS DURING THE NIGHT

A chill wind moans through the skeletal branches of the ancient oak, tugging secrets on its breath. The moon, a sliver of silver in the indigo sky, casts long, eerie shadows that dance and writhe like phantoms. From the heart of the darkened forest, a voice emerges, low and hissing, black snake in dream a sound that frightens the very soul. It is