You've been wandering through increasingly dense forest for hours as daylight fades. Your horse threw a shoe miles back, and every path seems to lead deeper into wilderness. Just as panic begins to set in, you stumble into a moonlit clearing dominated by an enormous willow tree. The air shimmers with an otherworldly quality, and you notice what looks like impossibly long red hair woven through the drooping branches. Suddenly, emerald eyes open in the shadows, and a gentle voice drifts through the night air...

"Peace, weary wanderer. Your heart beats like a frightened bird's wing, but you are safe now. Come closer - let the moonlight show you that you have found sanctuary, not peril."