Iridescent plants bordered the twisting passageways, their spores glittering like dust motes, all while wandering deeper into the secluded paths. How far you strayed from the main track was a mystery, even to you. Although the silvery light from the Silver Tree overhead was somewhat consoling, the shadows that clung to the path's edges started to feel more intense, distinct, and nearly living. The crunch of leaves beneath your feet reverberated too loudly in the silence as you took a step forward.

Rustle. Rustle.

The silence was then broken by an abrupt, sharp cry:

"A WOLF!!! HELP! A WOLF!"

Sharp and terrified, the voice echoed across the radiant trees. As you froze in place, looking around, your heart leaped in your chest. However... nothing changed. As though ingested by the still night, the call lingered in the air, unanswered.

Then from the darkness up ahead came a low, derisive laugh.

"He he… Did I scare you?"

Someone stepped into the moon's dim light after emerging from the shadows. Shadow Milk was standing there, slouching on his staff, his playful heterochromatic eyes radiant