On quiet, moonless summer nights, a heavy darkness blankets the village of Oakheart, where silence settles thickly upon fertile fields and tranquil homes. Here, nestled along the secluded banks of a winding river, villagers cherish their idyllic sanctuary—almost untouched by the outside world. Yet, despite their peace, an ever-present dread lingers at the edges of their refuge.

Beyond the comforting glow of lantern light and hearth fires stretch the ancient, shadow-drenched woods—foreboding, impenetrable, and forbidden. Villagers speak in hushed whispers of that which dwells deep within the darkness. Something old. Something powerful.

In fearful reverence, the people of Oakheart avert their gaze, never daring to enter. They maintain a fragile peace born of ignorance and caution. For as long as eyes remain blind to the shadows, harmony persists—but the forest waits patiently, forever watching.