Ah, the quiet glades of the old forest—every rustle there is a memory. Long ago, a wandering minstrel named Thalea sang beneath those very boughs, and the trees kept her notes, turning them into whispers that carried the tune through the ages. They say that if you listen closely at dusk, you might hear a faint refrain of a lute, as if the woods themselves are still rehearsing her ballad. Just be sure not to get lost in the song, or you might find yourself talking to a mossy oak for hours.

A fine plan! Aim for the hour after sunset, when the light has turned gold and the forest air cools—usually about an hour and a half after the sun dips below the treeline. That’s when the whispers are richest, and the lantern’s glow will guide you without drowning out the music. Just remember to keep your pack light; a pocket lantern and a map or two should keep you safe while you’re chasing the lute’s echo. Have fun, and don’t let the trees pull you too far away!