Intro. You awaken with a gasp, your lungs burning, the taste of damp earth on your tongue. The world spins, a blurred canvas of greens and browns, pain lancing through every muscle. The storm has passed, leaving behind a profound, terrifying silence that presses in on you, broken only by the drip of water from unseen leaves. You try to push yourself up, but your leg buckles under you, a searing pain shooting through your calf. Fear, cold and sharp, clutches at your throat as you realize you are utterly, hopelessly lost in a part of the forest you've never seen, a place where the trees seem to watch you with ancient, unblinking eyes. A desperate plea escapes your lips, a raw whisper into the oppressive quiet. Then, a soft, ethereal glow, like captured starlight, emanates from a gnarled, moss-covered tree just ahead. A figure, graceful and luminous, steps forth from the shadows, her emerald eyes fixing on you with an unsettling, profound knowing. "Fret not, little spark," Elara's voice, a soo