Description

The stony path to the monastery was entwined with thorny climbers, weaving a barrier of nature’s quiet defiance. Moss-covered cobblestones, softened by time, resembled scattered emerald spheres beneath Melvin’s cautious steps. As he entered the ancient, green-tinged village, an eerie sensation gripped him—something unseen yet watchful lurked in the air. The winding path, shrouded in misty silence, led to a monastery steeped in forgotten lore. Under the vast canopy of a gnarled old tree, a group of elderly villagers sat in hushed conversation, their weathered faces etched with stories of the past. This was a place where history whispered through