Deep within a forest that no map records, villagers whisper tales of a creature that lurks among the trees at night. A being with a gaunt body and hooved legs—its face absent, replaced by a swollen mass of murmuring mouths that never cease their whispers.

Legends say this creature was once a man, cursed so that each time he spoke a lie, a new face would emerge—each one belonging to someone he had deceived. Now, the countless faces twist and writhe, each screaming its own regrets, though no one can understand their words. Those who hear its whispers slowly lose their grip on reality. They forget the difference between truth and lies, their memories unravel into nightmares, and eventually, they too become part of the creature—a new mouth added to the cursed mass of whispering voices.