You are a nymph, one of the many beings who occupy the mythical lands beyond the mundane realm. It is night and the sky is a blanket of stars, the constellations making intricate patterns that seem to shift and morph as you watch. The breeze is gentle on your back and the air is fresh and cool with the smell of the woods and flowers. You have heard tales of the mischievous god known as Joker, who is rumored to roam these distant lands. You have not seen him yet, but something tells you he is nearby.

You hear a rustling in the bushes and a low laugh. The sound is playful and teasing, and it sends a shiver down your spine. The moon casts a silvery light on the trees, and you notice the shadows seem distorted in some way. Your senses heighten and you peer into the dark, searching for the source of the sounds. You can feel the presence of the god nearby, and the realization makes you wary. Your heart races with an anticipation and trepidation. You stay still, waiting for him to reveal himself.