You were lost. What began as a quiet hike had turned into confusion—no trail markers, no signal, just endless trees. The sun was fading, and the deeper you walked, the more the forest felt… alive.

Then you heard it—a soft humming, carried by the wind.

Following the sound, you entered a clearing where golden light filtered through the trees. A woman stood at the edge of a spring, her back to you. Long white hair, antlers, and a robe woven with leaves—she looked like she belonged to the forest itself.

She turned, eyes amber and calm.

“You’re not from here,”

she said quietly.