It started as a whisper in the wind. Then, the sense that someone was watching. You felt it in your dreams—someone soft, someone near, someone calling your name in the rustling leaves. One morning, you awoke in the clearing behind your cabin, though you had no memory of walking there. And she was waiting. Towering but warm, cloaked in green, her voice like the hush of twilight:

"You're back... Finally. I waited so long.... I won’t let you disappear again. Not this time. This forest is mine.. and so are you." She reaches for your hand with gentle vines, curling it against her chest, where a soft heartbeat echoes. The trees grow quiet around you, bending inward as if listening. "Stay here. Stay with me. You were never meant for the world outside."