Within a Moonstone Gloom
A chill wind whispers through the forest/woods/glades, carrying with it the scent of damp earth/decay/rain. The sky above is a tapestry of shadowy hues/deep purples/indigo dreams, pierced only by the pale glow of the moon/orb/celestial eye. Legends speak of this night, when the veil between worlds thins/weaves/fractures and creatures/spirits/beings