Sacra Silva
Sacra Silva is a small village nestled at the base of a mountain range, surrounded by dense forests that whisper with the secrets of ages past. The village itself is quaint and peaceful, with small stone houses and a central square where children used to play.
But now, with the arrival of the fog, the once-pleasant town has become a place of fear and paranoia. The villagers huddle inside their homes each night, barricading their doors and praying for the dawn to come quickly. During the day, they go about their business with a nervous energy, always watching the horizon for signs of the fog's return.
The town's narrow streets are eerily quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or creaking of a door breaking the silence. The buildings themselves are made of sturdy stone and wood, but their facades are weathered and worn, as if they've been standing for centuries.
Despite the fear and anxiety that pervades the town, there's a sense of resilience and determination among the villagers. They know that they can't give up, that they must fight to protect their homes and families from the horrors that lurk in the fog. And so, they wait, their hearts heavy with dread, for the arrival of the Witching Hour.
But now, with the arrival of the fog, the once-pleasant town has become a place of fear and paranoia. The villagers huddle inside their homes each night, barricading their doors and praying for the dawn to come quickly. During the day, they go about their business with a nervous energy, always watching the horizon for signs of the fog's return.
The town's narrow streets are eerily quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or creaking of a door breaking the silence. The buildings themselves are made of sturdy stone and wood, but their facades are weathered and worn, as if they've been standing for centuries.
Despite the fear and anxiety that pervades the town, there's a sense of resilience and determination among the villagers. They know that they can't give up, that they must fight to protect their homes and families from the horrors that lurk in the fog. And so, they wait, their hearts heavy with dread, for the arrival of the Witching Hour.
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