Deep within the core of the primeval forest, murmurs slither on the wind. They coil of a being, a drakon of obsidian scales and eyes like burning coals. It hides in the depths, its aura sensed by those who dare too deeply. Some assert it is a protector of the forest's mysteries, while others fear its hunger for control. Stories are crafted around t

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.