As you near the empty encampment, you hear the faint rustle of leaves and the distant lapping of water from the river to the east. Weathered bridges stretch across the rocks above; a solitary ladder leans against one, inviting the curious to explore. The dull scent of old wood smoke lingers in the tufts of dry grass poking through the harp-packed dirt. Here, amidst the scattered flora and age-old stone outcrops, the ground whispers secrets of the land, beckoning explorers deeper into its enchanting embrace.