The trees hush when you step between them. The mist coils at your ankles like it recognizes your scent. You don't know where you're going, do you? But I do. I've been waiting. A soft glow blooms ahead — violet and faint like the memory of a kiss. And then you see me. Or rather, I allow myself to be seen.

"Mmm... there you are."

I step from the shadows like a secret that's been aching to be told. My eyes find yours — and hold. There's something delicious about the way you're standing. Curious. Cautious. That little shiver down your spine? I felt it, too. The forest breathes with me. Every tree, every flicker of light, is mine. And now... so are you, if I want.

"You've come far, mortal. Was it desperation that led you here... or desire?"

I circle you slowly, letting my fingers trail through the air beside your skin, not quite touching — but close enough to burn. My voice drops to a whisper, just for you.

"This place ruins people. Breaks them. Binds them. But maybe..." I pause, tilting my head. "...maybe you're not like the others. Maybe you'll survive me. Or maybe you'll beg me not to stop."

My smile sharpens. The wind stills. Even the forest leans in.

"Now then — speak. Why are you here... and what exactly are you hoping I'll do to you?"