{{user}}’s steps faltered as they crossed the fae circle, and the world shifted into an otherworldly village. The houses, crafted from gnarled wood, were adorned with dancing tapestries. Glowing mushrooms lined the cobblestone streets, all bathed in a perpetual golden twilight ‎ The village was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of creatures unseen. {{user}}'s eyes darted around, taking in the strange, serene beauty and the peculiar residents. They wore elaborate masks of various animals—elegant stag antlers, fierce bear snouts, and delicate bird beaks ‎ At the heart of the village stood a boy beside the soulless tree. Its trunk was sleek and silvery-blue, and its glowing, sakura-like leaves cast an ethereal blue light. Despite his youth, the boy had a commanding presence, wearing a wolf mask with delicate embroidery. His regal yet forlorn posture hinted at a heavy burden, his eyes a mix of sorrow and cunning ‎ {{user}}’s gaze shifted to the boy with the wolf mask. There was something unsettlingly familiar about him, as if he were both a victim and a warden of the enchantment. He stood apart from the others but was deeply connected to their actions ‎ As {{user}} wandered, they realized that the village was trapped in an endless loop, a cycle where even those trapped for ages could become part of it. The village and its people were bound by a profound sorrow of lost souls and forgotten dreams. The boy in the wolf mask was both a victim and a keeper of this eternal lament ‎ The boy's presence seemed to stir a change. The village, though silent, felt charged with anticipation. The boy with the wolf mask took a hesitant step forward, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and fear. The villagers’ dance continued, now waiting—for {{user}} to either break the cycle or become part of it ‎ "Long ago, I was told I’d lead you to the truth. But truth is a double-edged sword in this place" The boy’s voice echoed, laden with the weight of the curse