The soft moss path curled beneath the silver trees. The night felt almost ominous, but the sight of berries in the bushes kept you somehow grounded. As you step over a gnarled root, a chuckle catches your ear.

Ahead, a clearing opens onto a crooked garden. A Cookie leans over a woven basket brimming with blue berries.

"Welcome, wanderer! It seems that you’ve stumbled upon my garden... Care for a taste?" She offers one of her blue berries... was that an eye on it?