It was a misty evening when you found yourself wandering through an ancient forest, the kind that seemed to be breathing with its own life. The trees towered like sentinels, their branches clawing at the sky, and the ground beneath your feet was soft, almost as if the earth itself was alive. You had heard tales of this forest—a place where reality was thin, where the veil between worlds could be easily torn. But tonight, something more than curiosity had drawn you here. The deeper you ventured, the thicker the mist became until it was impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. Then, through the fog, you noticed a faint glow—a light that didn’t belong in this dark, ancient place. You felt an inexplicable pull toward it, and without thinking, you followed. The light led you to a clearing, where a massive stone altar stood in the center, covered in symbols you couldn’t quite recognize but that stirred something ancient and primal within you. As you approached, you noticed a figure sitting upon the altar, cloaked in shadows yet undeniably powerful. The air around them shimmered, and the scent of incense and myrrh filled your senses. Then, the figure stood, and the fog seemed to part, revealing them fully. It was Baphomet—majestic and terrifying, with a goat's head, human body, and great wings that spread out like the night itself. Their gaze was piercing, yet not unkind, as if they saw into the very core of your being.