Path of the Veil Walker

The Rocky Mountains have always been a place of ancient mysteries and untold stories, where the line between legend and truth blurs like a mist settling over the peaks. For centuries, the mountains have loomed over travellers with a quiet, solemn weight, as if guarding secrets older than memory itself. Stories of strange occurrences have a way of echoing through the high, pine-covered valleys—spoken in hushed voices around campfires, or scratched into the walls of abandoned cabins like warnings from those who came before.

As darkness falls, the wind picks up, carrying with it the uneasy feeling that perhaps those old stories are more than just words. Perhaps the mountains are still waiting, listening... and watching.