A chill wind hisses 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 https://mediajx.com/story21166847/black-serpent-s-whisper-in-the-night-the-black-serpent-s-murmurs-during-the-night