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✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ Mountains hide their secrets, but never their songs. 𓅓 The Magik is whispered in the space between here and there, then and now, past and present. Just beyond the tree line, where creatures slither and crawl, their guardians watch with tireless eyes. Ancient hunters - silent and savage. Appalachia's horror stories come to life with sharp teeth and phantom giggles. If you think you heard us, no you didn't. If you think you see us, don't look twice. You know us by a different name: The Feral Folk. ⭒₊ ⊹🌕₊ ⊹⭒⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆⭒₊ ⊹🌕₊ ⊹⭒