Wanderers have always been beckoned to the eerie calls of the forest. Once you pass through the gate, you're in a realm where light and shadow wallow together in an endless dance.
Once forgotten, now remembered. A crew that defies doubts, empowered by the essence of pure oxygen.
True strength lies in the unity of those who dare and overcome.
Oxygen, the tube of life, must not be underestimated. Survival in the shadowy expanse cannot be taken lightly.
Without it, all falls to shadow.
In the depths of the forest, where shadows loom large, oxygen is the key to sustaining life and fending off the creeping darkness.
This solemn place is a memorial to those who faced the shadows and fell. Names engraved on stones, each with a story untold.
In the heart of the forest lies the Eternal Flame, a beacon of hope for those who dare to face the shadows. It never wavers, never falters.
The flame shines bright, dispelling the darkness and offering a guiding light to all who seek it.
Stories passed down through generations speak of a time when the shadows were but a whisper, and the forest thrived in harmony.
These tales, though shrouded in mystery, carry messages of hope and resilience.
Long ago, before the shadows claimed dominion, the forest was a place of unmatched beauty and serenity. It was said that the trees whispered secrets of the universe, and the skies glowed with an ethereal light.