The curse of Silverwood

people living in fear of what lurked beyond the trees. The forest itself was a dark and twisted place, where sunlight rarely penetrated the canopy, and eer

n the edge of the forest. The villagers were suspicious of outsiders, but they offered her cold hospitality, warning her not to wander into the woods at night. "There are things out there," they told her. "Things you don't want to see." But Elara, stubborn and determined, ignored their superstitions. She had never believed in ghosts or monsters, and the allure of uncovering her family's history was stronger than the fear in the villagers' eyes. On her second night in Silverwood, under the light of a full moon, Elara ventured into the forest, drawn by an inexplicable pull. As she wande