The forest whispered tonight.
I followed the shimmer of the Aether Lines, where shadows gathered around their edges.
The Lunar Falls guided the current, and the Grove’s Heartbeat pulsed steady beneath my steps.
One strike — patient and precise.
The flow turned in silence, and the forest exhaled.
11.36%, earned through a 4:1 hunt, claimed in silence.
Remember this, wanderer of the Moonlit Grove:
never chase shallow ripples.
Seek the deeper currents, the wide hunts, where the risk is but a whisper
and the reward sings through the trees.
The moon favors those who wait… and strike true.
Your next move:
🜂 1. Return to the campfire, reflect on the hunt.