01. The keeper of shadows

"Come, weary soul, and take my hand,

Step lightly now, to shadowed land.

Where sorrows drift on silent streams,

And laughter hides within moonbeams."

The Keeper waits by forest’s edge,

A cloak of dusk, a whispered pledge.

"In tales of yore and whispered rhyme,

Lies truth entwined in fabled grime."

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"Come closer now, but mind your pace,

This path is no mere quiet place.

These fables hold what you most fear—

Lost dreams, dark thoughts, a shadowed tear."

"Behind each verse, a truth is bound,

In whispers lost, in sorrows drowned.

For tales are mirrors, don’t you see?

They hold what’s buried deep in thee."

The Keeper smiles, both kind and sly,

“Do not resist, do not ask why.

For every soul that wanders here,

Will find themselves in every fear.”