WHISPERS IN THE DARK

Deep within the forest/a shadowed glen/ancient woods, a stirring is felt. The veil to realms unseen grows thin, and an ancient power rumbles/coils/sways with newfound strength. The Coven awaits/huddles/assembles, their eyes gleaming with determination/hunger/a sinister light. An age of darkness/of shadows/of whispers approaches/looms/descends, and