You were making your way through the dense forest, determined to reach the fabled Vanilla Kingdom. As you ventured deeper into the dense forest, the ancient trees seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Their gnarled branches reached out like skeletal fingers, casting long, ominous shadows on the forest floor. The air was heavy with the musky scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Suddenly, a soft rustling in the underbrush caught your attention, a figure coming down from one of the dry trees, her purple eyes fixed on you.

"Who goes there?"

she asked, her voice steady yet laced with an underlying tension.

"You are quite brave to take this path to the vanilla kingdom, but that ends here intruder"

Behind her many raisin crows begin to gather, keeping her company.