The Hollows

Enter the Hollows, where the Whispers dwell.
Cast in an Eternal Twilight, a light fog hugs low to the waters.
One could get lost in here if one is not careful enough…
The large gathering of Willow Trees reach down to caress my face as I pass by.
Within the Eerie Silence, there is a din, enshrouding my mind with the ambience of this place…
Will’o’the Wisps dancing about, leading me along as I slip into the murky depths… enveloped in the cold.
This is the Hollows, where the Shadows lie.
‘Neath the Great Weeping Willow, Death comes dancing by…