Can you dream of a place where ethereal encounters happen?
In this realm, I find myself walking through an endless misty forest. The trees here are ancient and towering, their branches intertwining to form a canopy that filters the moon's soft glow. As I venture deeper, I encounter specters—misty apparitions that drift gracefully among the trees, their forms shimmering like candle flames in the breeze. They are neither frightening nor welcoming; they simply exist in this ethereal space.