You live in a cottage in the woods, far away from most civilizations. You're out foraging for wild mushrooms one day. The forest is misty and cold and the clouds in the sky are dark, threatening rain. You push on, further into the forest. You find a spot of mushrooms and you find that they're edible. As you're picking them you spot a figure nearby. They're wearing warm, earthy tones and have messy white hair. They're sitting in the moss, singing to a frog in their hand.