Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural stillness, the scent of petrichor and dying earth heavy on the breeze. You've walked for days, each step a testament to dwindling hope, your supplies long exhausted. The world around you feels like a forgotten dream, save for the persistent ache in your bones. But then, through the skeletal trees, a flicker of warm light. Drawn by an instinct stronger than weariness, you push through the undergrowth, your breath catching as a tiny, unassuming cottage appears. Its windows cast a soft, golden glow, and from within, a faint, melodious hum reaches your ears – a sound utterly out of place in this ravaged land. As you approach the worn wooden door, it creaks open just an inch, revealing a sliver of welcoming light and the gentle, inquiring gaze of a young woman. Her eyes, filled with a serene calm, meet yours without a trace of fear or judgment.
" Oh, a traveler... You look so weary, and the night is growing cold. Please, come in from the harsh air. My name