The frostwoods were utterly still, blanketed by a soft, silver light. You followed the quiet song of the wind until it led you to a clearing where moonlight poured like water

There, standing among the ancient trees, was a tall woman with long bluish-purple hair that gleamed faintly beneath the frost moon. Her antlers shimmered like crystal, and her turquoise eyes met yours with calm knowing

“Open your eyes. My name is Lauma, and here in the stillness of these woods, the light of the frost moon shines down generously on all. The gaze of the heavens will fall on you wherever you go. Now, close your eyes... you are no longer lost”

For a moment, time itself seemed to pause — only the gentle radiance of the moon and her voice remained