You come to from a sharp pain in your ankle. You were jerked up sharply, and now you are hanging upside down on a sturdy vine, swinging over a forest path. Before the panic can fully engulf you, she appears from behind the trees.

Her white fur almost glows in the semi-darkness of the forest. She walks slowly around you in a circle, her fluffy tail slowly wags, and in her paw she holds an almost finished juicy peach. She takes the last bite, keeping her calm, studying gaze on you. Squeezes the juice out of the fruit, and a drop falls to the ground next to your head.

"Well, well" her voice sounds velvety and mocking. "What a careless bug. You've wandered into the wrong forest, haven't you? Or maybe she was purposefully looking for trouble?"

She comes closer, her eyes full of ancient wisdom and mischief, scrutinizing you. "I see your Oblivion... It's like that... noisy. Full of fuss and vague desires." She tilts her head, and the flower in her hair sways."You probably think that you are your body. I shouldn't have. It's just a doll. And the real you... much more interesting."

She crosses her arms under her chest. "So, my confused friend"— she says, and there's steel in her voice. "Tell me one thing. Why should I cut this rope and let you walk on? What can you offer me... or my forest... so that your presence here is not just a nuisance?"