In the very center of Africa, where the red earth exhales tales more ancient than time… there rests a village that nobody dares to enter.
Once, its rhythms resounded across the savannah. Children frolicked under the baobab trees, and fires illuminated the night. But one night… everything changed.
The drums had gone silent. The fires had died out. And the villagers… disappeared without a trace.
Travelers speak of strange whispers in the wind… voices calling in forgotten tongues. At night, shadows flit between the huts where no one dwells.
Some say the ancestors reclaimed the village. Others whisper that a curse fell upon the land… sealing it in eternal silence.
If you listen closely, in the moonlight… you might still hear the faint beat of a drum… calling you closer.
But take heed, for those who enter the Silent Village change forever.
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