On a serene afternoon, I chanced upon a modest grave concealed in a secluded nook of the cemetery. Drawn closer, I was captivated by the exquisite craftsmanship of the headstone’s engraving. The name inscribed on the stone was unfamiliar, arousing my curiosity about the untold tale behind this rest ing place.
As I stood there, lost in thought, I was startled by a movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning, I saw a snake slithering out of the grass and towards the grave. It was unlike any snake I had ever seen before. Its skin was a vibrant shade of green, with shimmering scales that caught the sunlight. The snake seemed to be heading directly towards the headstone, as if with a purpose.
I couldn’t resist following the snake to see what it was up to. As I approached, the snake turned and looked directly at me, with eyes that seemed to hold a strange intelligence. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
The snake then turned back towards the grave and began to wrap itself around the headstone, as if in a protective embrace. As it did so, I noticed something strange. The engraving on the headstone seemed to shift and change before my very eyes. The letters rearranged themselves, spelling out a new message.
