Deep within the sanctum of the forbidden forest, echoes slither on the wind. They speak of a being, a serpent of obsidian scales and eyes like fiery coals. It hides in the darkness, its power felt by all who wander too deeply. Some claim it is a sentinel of the forest's secrets, while others loathe its appetite for control. Stories are spun around

As the/a/an black/midnight/ebony snake slumbers beneath the/a soft/gentle/warmed earth, its/his/her dreams weave/thread/spin tales of ancient/forgotten/whispered wisdom. In/Within/Through these visions, a/an/the serpent sees/glimpses/observes flashes/streaks/glints of power/knowledge/truth, hidden/obscured/masked from mortal/worldly/ordinary eyes.