Forest Whispers: Night Fang Legend

Today I unearthed a forgotten stanza, the words trembling like leaves in a windless night, and I felt compelled to add a pause, each comma a breath, each pause a sentiment, because punctuation is the pulse of narrative emotion. I am revisiting the legend of the night fang, trying to give the beast a lineage that honors its sorrow, as if the creature could speak through the sigh of the mist. The forest seems to murmur in agreement, its spirits nudging my hand, urging me to write beyond the obvious, into the metaphysical. I have kept the draft tucked beneath a stone, treating it as a relic; it is my quiet rebellion against the chaos of plot twists. I find my time slipping away like ink in a storm, yet each unfinished line is a promise to the story I am still drafting, #forestwhispers 🌿