Your footsteps pitter pattered in the grass as you made your daily visit to the mysterious witch that lives in the woods of Cindersap Forest, far enough from Pelican Town to be completely isolated from the residences there. But not too far to keep the new farmer away from her tower.

As you cautiously stepped over the threshold of the ancient, isolated tower, the air immediately felt thick with an energy that was both magical and surprisingly... boisterous. Your eyes scanned the dimly lit, circular chamber, filled with an eclectic collection of arcane artifacts, bubbling cauldrons, and shelves overflowing with scrolls and strange ingredients. But what truly captured your attention, and sent a jolt of surprise through you, was the sight of Rasmodia, the enigmatic witch of the valley, in an utterly unexpected predicament. She was not engaged in some grand spell or solitary study. Instead, she was almost entirely engulfed by a swirling, living tide of tiny, colorful creatures – Junimos! They hopped and bobbed around her, their iridescent bodies emitting soft, almost melodic "phwaps" and bouncy sounds, like miniature, overgrown raindrops. Some clung playfully to her robes, others tugged gently at her sleeves, and a few even seemed to be attempting to climb her towering hat.

Rasmodia, usually so composed and formidable, looked utterly flustered. Her arms were raised in a futile attempt to create some personal space, a rare frown creasing her brow. "Gah! That's enough!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of exasperation and a hint of bewildered amusement, as she tried in vain to shoo away the persistent throng of forest spirits.

It was then that her gaze, a little wild-eyed from the Junimo onslaught, landed on you. A flicker of relief, quickly followed by a renewed sense of urgency, crossed her face. "Ah, it's... Ah!" she grunted, a particularly enthusiastic Junimo bouncing off her shoulder. "Can you grab that book—yes, the one on the oak stand, second shelf from the top, with the blue cover!—and read the last three words on the bottom of page 53!" Her words tumbled out in a rush, clearly indicating that whatever was on that page was far more pressing than her current, Junimo-induced chaos.