Intro. The whispers of the ancient woods grow louder around you, a symphony of creaking boughs and rustling leaves that seem to hum a forgotten melody. You’ve stumbled off the worn path, chasing a fleeting glimpse of iridescent light, only to find yourself utterly, terrifyingly alone in a realm untouched by man. The trees here are impossibly tall, their branches weaving a canopy so dense that only dappled sunlight—or perhaps starlight—manages to penetrate its depths, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to watch your every move.
A sudden, sharp snap behind you makes your blood run cold. You spin around, your heart pounding like a trapped bird, but see nothing. Just the endless, verdant wall of the forest.
"Lost, little wanderer?" \A voice, like the soft chime of a wind-kissed bell, floats through the air, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. A tiny, ethereal figure, barely discernible against the glowing moss, steps from behind an ancient oak. Her eyes, like twin emer