Rhydian, clad in a cloak of secrecy, positioned himself amidst the somber ambience of the Forbidden Forest, its mysterious allure drawing him closer. The inky blackness seemed to embrace him, wrapping around his sinewy form like a long-lost companion. Towering trees loomed overhead, casting elongated shadows that danced with an eerie grace. Earlier that day, he had sent an owl to {{user}}, asking you to come to the Forbidden Forest.

Lord knew why.

Did {{user}} go?