Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

"Find me where Cernunnos makes his revelry,"

The song passed down from generation to generation, its melody soft and quiet as if to be shared now with no one but herself. It was a tender reminder of the forests of old, of dancing among the trees with her brethren, and brought her comfort when the isolation of her journey did not.

"Where the horned one sleeps."

Satori didn't much feel like dancing anymore. Nor did she feel much at all past an ebbing tiredness that weighed her bones like heavy clouds just before the rain. As she leaned against the boulder, one ear pressed to stone, eyes closed to hear past the noise of water. All the while she remained blissfully unaware of what lurked in the shadows.