Welcome to mistwood!
Mistwood Forest
Beneath a silver canopy where moonlight weaves through leaves,
Lies Mistwood, cradled in the hush of olden eves.
Where mushrooms glow with wisdom's light and sprites in silence tread,
And every root and whisper holds a tale that once was said.
The Hollow hums with gentle mirth, a village snug and round,
While Knobbly Knoll stands watchful o’er the softly hallowed ground.
Moss Meadow sings in emerald hush, a breathless, velvet sprawl,
And fireflies like floating stars drift gently through the thrall.
The Willow by the water speaks in songs both sweet and slow,
Its branches scribing secrets in the lake’s enchanted glow.
But past the brambles’ thorny veil, where sun and song do cease,
The goblin sprites in shadow dwell, in swamplands without peace.
So wander here with quiet heart, where magic veils the day—
For Mistwood dreams in ancient tongues and rarely shows the way.
