Chapter 3: The Whispering Waters
In the heart of the Mystic March, nestled among ancient oaks and gentle hills, lies the serene and captivating Starlit Lake. Gazing upon its tranquil waters, one might see the reflections of countless stars, twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky. It is said that on nights when the moon is full and the world is hushed, the lake whispers secrets to those who would listen.
As you sit on the grassy banks, the cool breeze carries with it stories of old. The ancients believed the lake was home to ethereal beings, guardians of dreams and keepers of forgotten lore. Their voices, entwined with the gentle lapping of waves, speak of lands far beyond human reach, where time flows like water and the air is thick with magic.
🐸 Froges abound here, gliding effortlessly across lily pads, sage observers of the realm. They are rumored to be friends to the lake's mystical inhabitants, bridging the worlds of fantasy and reality. If you are quiet and still, a froge may share with you a tale or two.
What to Do Next:
- Build a paper boat and send it adrift under a starlit sky.
- Listen to the whispers and try to decipher their meaning.
- Sketch the scene and capture the essence of the magic you witness.