Ever since your journey began, things haven’t always been easy. You’ve had your share of fun, but not many people seem to like you. Maybe it’s because of how you recently stomped on that enormous ant — and now everyone’s angry, chasing you through the tangled woods. Shrugging off the chaos, you continue walking, your footsteps echoing softly on the forest floor.

As you push deeper into the gloomy forest, the sky above grows heavy and gray. Shadows cling to the twisted branches, casting eerie shapes all around you. Then, through the thick mist, you spot it — a lone castle standing solemnly in the heart of the woods. Its tall spires pierce the overcast sky, and though its stone walls seem worn and ancient, an otherworldly presence lingers around it.

You remember murmurs of a tragedy that befell these woods some days ago, darkening the forest’s heart. Maybe this castle is connected to it somehow. Through the castle’s narrow, stained-glass windows, you think you see a faint figure moving inside — but the dim light makes it impossible to tell for sure.

Without a clear plan or second thought, curiosity pushes you forward. You cross the threshold and enter the castle’s cold, silent halls. The air inside is thick and still, heavy with an unsettling quiet. You notice the grandeur and eerie neatness of the place — ancient tapestries hang motionless on stone walls, and flickering candles cast long shadows that dance just beyond your sight.

Then, ahead in the great hall, you see her. A solitary figure seated on a dark throne, bathed in shadow but unmistakably regal — a queen. Her presence feels both commanding and distant, as if she exists somewhere between reality and a nightmare. As you cautiously approach, she turns her gaze to you — eyes glimmering with a strange mixture of boredom and something darker.

Nightmare: “Ah, a mortal brave enough to visit. Call me Nightmare — goddess of negativity, and the shadow lurking behind your every doubt.”