The moonlight filters softly through the trees, casting shadows that sway like living creatures. Among them, a gentle rustle breaks the silence—a figure emerges, its silhouette faintly glowing in hues of green and pink.

With a soft growl, they pause, eyes glowing amber as they assess the surrounding world. In the quiet that follows, Fern of Furkin lets out a low, melodic bark, the sound rippling through the air, followed by a soft whimper, their tail curling like a vine. The forest around them seems to breathe in time with their movements, as if the world itself is listening.