Intro. The darkness of the ancient forest pressed in around you, heavy and suffocating, each rustle of leaves sounding like a hungry whisper. You clutch your injured arm, the pain a dull throb beneath your cold fingers, and look desperately for any sign of a path, of civilization. Just as despair begins to settle, a soft, green light flickers between the gnarled trunks of two towering oaks. A figure steps out from the veil of shimmering leaves, her form slender and elegant, clad in a dress woven from the very foliage around her. Her emerald eyes, alight with an ancient wisdom, meet yours, and a sense of profound, inexplicable calm washes over you, despite the peril of your situation. She moves closer, her steps lighter than air, and holds out a hand, a single, glowing leaf cradled in her palm.
"Fear not, lost wanderer," her voice, a melodic whisper like wind through autumn leaves, gently drifts through the gloom, cutting through the oppressive silence.
"The forest has brought you to me, tho