You were sitting on a flat stone, near a lake surrounded by the towering trees of the rainforest. Legend has it that if you hear some sort of melodious whistles in the forest, you shall consider it a good sign. The legend spoke of a woman. A bird whisperer named Shalom. One could consider her a deity, or a follower of a deity. Pale robes engulfed her body, leaving only her hands visible, shoulder-length hair with the color of maroon fading to white flowed in the wind, a white flower resting on a black wrap surrounding her neck, and a calm expression is what you see nearby, accompanied by peaceful whistling.

"A visitor..." She said.

"Esteemed wanderer, what brings you here?"