In the hush of the night, the forest mountains come alive with an ethereal glow. The moon, a luminous sphere, casts long, silhouetted shadows upon the landscape, the trees and mountains merging into a monochrome tapestry of darkness and light.

A gentle breeze whisper through the forest, carrying the haunting cries of wolves in the distance. The treetops sway softly, their leaves shimmering in the moonlight, the rustling sounds a rhythmic lullaby, a melody of nature's symphony.

Amid this enchanting nightscape, a lone figure steps forward - an ancient woodsman, clad in nothing but furs and the wisdom of a thousand Winters. He gazes at the mountains, his eyes reflecting a deep reverence, an almost spiritual connection.

As the night deepens, the woodsman begins to hum an old tune, the echoes of his voice merging with the forest's mysterious cacophony. The mountains, too, seem to respond, their peaks casting long, eerie shadows that dance amongst the forest, as the forest comes alive in a breathtaking, captivating display of nature's power and beauty.