High above the mist‑cloaked ridges of the Ebon Peaks, where the wind sings to the stars, there lies a temple forgotten by time. Its stone walls are veiled in ivy and frost, and only those who heed the mountain’s silent call may find it.
Legend says that once every century, the ancient spirits awaken. The sole guardian of this sanctum is a white mountain goat—pure as snowfall, with eyes that reflect the moon’s silver glow. Those who dare to approach must first prove their purity of heart; the goat will only step aside for those who respect the mountain.
Inside, the temple houses an altar of crystal stone, where travelers whisper prayers into the wind, hoping their wishes will be carried on the snowy gusts down to the valley below. The walls are etched with runes that glow faintly when night falls, telling tales of heroes who once sought wisdom in these hallowed halls.
So if you wander into the mountains and find yourself beneath a silver sky, remember the story of the white goat. Listen to its hoarse breaths against the wind—perhaps it is calling you home.