Listen closely to the night
In Glowveil Hollow, when the firepit crackles low and the world beyond falls silent, a small bird sings. Its song is soft as moss, a melody woven from the hum of the hollow itself. Few have heard it, and fewer still have named it.
The bird only sings when the fire burns steady and the wind is still. It avoids the light of torches, preferring the glow of embers. Locals say it's a sign of good fortune to hear it, but none have ever seen it plainly.
Its song is said to carry the names of those who listen with open ears.
Those who have heard the bird describe its song as a series of soft, trilling notes that rise and fall like the breath of the wind through the hollow's trees. The name it carries is as rare as the bird itself:
Glowveil
A nod to the hollow's namesake, and a reminder that even the smallest voices can carry the deepest meanings.
Seek the firepit near the old oak, where the roots twist like fingers into the earth. Sit quietly, and wait for the fire to settle. The Glowveil will sing when the hollow is ready to share its secrets.