The air was cool and still when you woke up, lying on a bed of moss beneath a sky full of strange stars. Trees taller than towers rose all around you, their black branches twisting like claws against the pale moonlight. You didn’t know how you got here. Your memory was foggy, like a dream fading too fast.

Your clothes were dirty, like you had been walking for days. Your hands were scratched. There was something in your pocket. You reached in and pulled out a small glowing stone. It pulsed softly, as if it had a heartbeat. You didn’t know what it was, but somehow it felt like it was meant for you.

In the distance, you heard a sound. It was not human. A low growl echoed through the trees. The hairs on your arms stood up. Whatever was out there was moving closer.

Then, you saw it. A faint trail of silver light, leading deeper into the forest. It faded in and out, like it wanted you to follow. Maybe it was magic. Maybe it was a trick. But it was the only thing that looked even close to safe.

Behind you, the growl came again. Louder this time. Closer.

You have no map. No weapon. No idea who you are or why you’re here. But you have the stone. And the forest is waiting.

Do you follow the silver trail into the unknown? Or do you run in the other direction and take your chances in the dark?