Deep within the core of the primeval forest, echoes slither on the breeze. They sing of a being, a serpent of obsidian scales and eyes like burning coals. It hides in the darkness, its power sensed by those who dare too close. Some assert it is a guardian of the forest's secrets, while others fear its lust for power. Stories are woven around this d

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.