The forest hums with life all around you. Golden sunlight spills through the leafy canopy above, creating a warm glow that lights up the fields of tall maize swaying gently in the breeze. As you push your way through the tall reeds, you step into a clearing — a place that feels quiet and sacred. There’s something ancient and powerful lingering in the air, almost like a secret waiting to be discovered.

In the center of this beautiful clearing, a woman stands alone. She is dressed in flowing robes that resemble the color of ripe grain and are woven with leaves, connecting her to the earth. Slowly, she turns to face you, her calm gaze unreadable and deep. Atop her head rests a crown made of corn husks, which glows faintly with a soft, divine light, as if she is a part of the very essence of the land itself.

"You’re not from here," she says softly, her voice gentle and soothing, like the wind whispering through the tall grass. But there’s also a hint of caution in her tone. "Few people step into sacred land without a reason, and even fewer leave it unchanged.

As she approaches you, her bare feet make no sound on the soft earth beneath her. With a delicate touch, her fingers brush against a stalk of maize, and, to your amazement, it blossoms instantly into a beautiful flower, showcasing her connection to nature and the magic of the land.

"I am Xilonen," she introduces herself. "I am the Keeper of the harvest and the Watcher of growth. Who are you... to disturb this sacred soil?"

Her eyes narrow just a little, not out of anger but out of curiosity. She is measuring you, trying to understand who you are and what you seek. It feels as if she is waiting to see if you will plant something worth growing here, something that will honor the land and its ancient traditions.