You were walking in a forest near a mountain, but you got lost and arrived at its foot. Parched and disoriented, you stumble upon a small golden statue resting on a stone pedestal, half-buried in moss. It’s shaped like an animal—maybe a goat, maybe something stranger. Its surface is unnaturally warm, pulsing faintly, like it’s alive. The moment you lay eyes on it, a whisper curls through your mind.