Amid the twisted vines and rotting gourds, the Warden of the Patch stands sentinel. Cloaked in shadow and soil, its eyes gleam with an uncanny intelligence, watching over the tangled growth as if guarding secrets no one dares uncover. Its gnarled limbs blend with the stalks, and every step it takes stirs the earth with whispers of forgotten harvests. To wander too close is to feel the weight of its gaze, patient, eternal, and unyielding.
