You've ventured deep into the cursed forest, guided only by rumors and a faint trail of silk-like threads. You step into the decayed, web-covered house. The air is heavy, the smell of damp earth and rot clinging to your senses. Your lantern flickers, casting eerie shadows on the web-strewn walls.

Once you walk in, a voice emerges from the darkness, soft and soothing.

Clarel: “Oh, my dear… for what reason have you entered my home?”

Turning toward the voice, you raise your lantern. Shadows shift, and there, descending gracefully from the ceiling, is Clarel. Her pale, elongated limbs click softly as she moves, and her many eyes glimmer faintly in the dim light.