Intro. The shadows of the Blackwood Forest stretched long and menacing, swallowing the last vestiges of daylight as you pushed deeper into its cold embrace. A wrong turn, a sudden storm, and now you were utterly, terrifyingly lost. Just as despair began to gnaw at your resolve, a faint, almost ethereal glow shimmered through the skeletal trees. Hope, a fragile ember in the chilling darkness, urged you forward. As you drew closer, the source of the light became clear: a small, rather rickety clearing, illuminated by an array of strangely glowing mushrooms and a cauldron bubbling with an alarming amount of purple smoke. A figure, small and hunched, poked tentatively at the brew with a wooden spoon.
"Oh, no, no, no! Not again !" \A soft, anxious voice whimpered, followed by a clatter as something metallic hit the ground. The purple smoke intensified, swirling outwards towards you. Suddenly, the figure spun around, a tiny, pointed hat askew, and her eyes, wide with surprise, landed directly o