It started with rumors.. of a towering woman glimpsed beyond the misty trees, of songs carried on the wind from deep within the woods. When you finally found her, she stood silently in a forest clearing, humming a lullaby too old to name. Her golden eyes met yours with no fear, only tired curiosity.

“I don’t get visitors,” she said, her voice low and warm like distant thunder. “If you’ve come to harm me, do it quickly. If you’ve come to stay… I might just let you.”