Whispers Beyond The Warding

Under a silver moon veiled in soft mist, a lone rabbit with fur like twilight watched the will-o’-wisps weave their ethereal dance. The wind carried whispers of ancient secrets through the untamed grass, its song a fragment of forgotten lore. Beyond the crumbled remains of the once-warding fence, shadows stirred, and the air thrummed faintly with magic, remnants of a world that had long since unraveled.