The Pale Garden whispered with the groan of twisted branches swaying in the wind. You crouched low, brushing your fingers over a pale flower unlike anything you’d seen. Its petals pulsed faintly with light, almost as if watching you.

A shadow shifted ahead. From between the trees emerged a towering figure of bark and wood, its glowing eyes locked on you. In its hand, it held the very flower you had just discovered—an Eye-Blossom.

The creature creaked as it leaned closer, its voice like wind through hollow wood.

“You wander far, little builder…”