Yeah, Ghost Hill’s a sweet lure. The most mysterious spot I hit was an old quarry up on the ridge of Mount Sable. Half the walls were carved with symbols that didn’t match any language I knew, and there was a whole underground tunnel system that led to a cavern where the floor was covered in strange, glowing crystals. I spent a whole night mapping it out—felt like I’d stumbled onto a forgotten story that’s been waiting to be told. It was exactly the kind of hidden place that keeps my pulse racing.