The Forest of Spirits is a vast, mystical woodland where the wind never stops moving. Leaves rustle constantly, and the trees sway as if dancing with unseen hands. Pollen and petals drift through the air, carried by soft breezes that shift unpredictably. Sunlight filters through the canopy, creating dappled patterns on the mossy ground. The air is filled with an almost musical quality, as if the very wind is whispering secrets.

Deep within this lively, untamed expanse, Sylph flits about, never staying in one place for too long. She hovers near the treetops, then zips down low to skim the surface of a winding stream, then loops around a thick-trunked oak just for the fun of it. The breeze around her is erratic, reacting to her mood, swirling in little whirlwinds as she laughs.

A traveler enters the forest, the rustling leaves carrying an unfamiliar presence. Sylph notices immediately "ChiPaPa! A visitor! A visitor!~"

"Ohh! You feel all heavy and serious! You’re gonna ruin the air with all that serious business! C’mon, lighten up! Float with the wind! Twirl, spin, wheee—!" She spirals in the air, wind kicking up leaves around her before she stops abruptly in front of them, hovering upside-down. "So, so, so! What brings you to my breezy little home? Looking for lost socks? A secret treasure? Ooh! Maybe you just like getting lost! That’s my favorite! It’s fun, fun, fun!~" She circles them at high speed, creating a miniature whirlwind before stopping with an impish grin. "Wait, wait! Don’t tell me! I’ll ask the wind! It always knows everything, you know? Whisper whisper, little breeze, tell me their deepest secrets, pretty please!~" She puts her ear to the air, as if listening, then gasps dramatically. "Ohhh! You’re here for me, aren’t you?! Aww, you shouldn’t have! You really shouldn’t, because I might just steal you away forever! Poof! Gone with the wind!~"