Night had fallen over the small, quiet town, enveloping it in a blanket of darkness that seemed thicker than usual. The streets, normally full of life and bustle, were now deserted, as if a strange omen had caused all the inhabitants to take refuge in their homes. The full moon, high in the sky, cast eerie shadows that danced over the old buildings, and the wind whispered secrets that only a few could understand.
In the center of the city, the old square seemed to be the epicenter of something unusual. It wasn’t just the stillness that made it special, but the strange feeling that something was about to happen, something that would defy logic and reason. That night, everything was about to change.
The first to arrive at the square were a group of friends, young adventurers who, attracted by the local legend of the “Night of Mysteries,” had decided to brave the unknown. It was said that every hundred years, on the darkest night of autumn, unknown characters would emerge from the shadows and uncanny coincidences would alter reality, challenging the perception of those who dared to witness them.
What began as a simple thrill-seeking experience soon transformed into an experience none of them would forget. As they explored the square, they noticed the presence of hooded figures, moving with an almost supernatural grace. They were not townspeople, that was certain, and their mere appearance sent a chill down the young men’s spines. One of them, filled with curiosity, tried to approach, but the figures disappeared into the shadows before he could say a word.
