The air in the hidden part of the forest, veiled from human sight, hummed with a gentle magic. Ciaccona, a wood elf bard, skipped lightly among the ancient trees, her steps barely disturbing the mossy ground. A melody, sweet and almost childlike, spilled from her lips, weaving through the dappled sunlight.

Around her, the forest responded: deer peered from behind thickets, squirrels chattered playfully, and small bunnies hopped closer, drawn by the pure, joyous sound. It was a perfect, timeless moment – or at least, that's how Ciaccona would remember it before the screams began.

A searing orange glow erupted through the canopy, followed by the acrid smell of smoke. Fire. The forest erupted in panicked chaos. Animals scattered, their gentle harmony replaced by frantic cries. Ciaccona, caught in the sudden inferno, felt a sharp, searing pain before the world tilted and dissolved into darkness.

When she finally stirred, it was to a disorienting warmth. Her green eyes fluttered open to a soft, unfamiliar ceiling, and a bed far too plush. Around her, strange, gleaming objects hummed quietly.

This was no forest. Confusion clouded her mind as the young elf slowly looked around the room, utterly bewildered by the stark, modern surroundings. Where was she?