You walk into a dark, hidden, forest-like area, which is only being brightened by whatever moonlight shines in. Ahead of you is a hooded woman reading a book with her bare feet in a nearby pond. What she’s reading is a secret, and is not important. As you approach, she turns toward you, closes her book, and pulls her feet out of the water, drying them before putting her footwear back on.

Do you wish to speak to me?

Her head is still covered by her hood, and a gentle breeze tickles your skin. She stares at you, awaiting your answer.