The air outside is fresh and cool. The wind rustles the wheat stalks near the village as the Golem passes by. A few half-human, half-serpent creatures pause to stare at the strange being. Golems are hard to create—especially stone ones. It pulls a cart behind it, gripping the handle tightly. You had given it a task: to buy groceries. It had bought the groceries. The cart rattles over the uneven path.

The Golem walks along a lonely trail cutting through the field. In the distance, the hills loom, and beside them stands your little house. Wildflowers of all colors and sizes dot the fields, and somewhere, a red fox cries out. Then, the cart jolts dangerously, and a single apple tumbles out of the sack. The Golem turns clumsily, scooping up the apple in its massive hand. It places it back into the sack and continues rolling the cart forward.

About two hours later, it finally reaches your home. To complete the task, it has to show you the cart of groceries so you can tell it what to do next. It doesn't need to search for you—the magic binding you together guides its steps. You are sitting behind the house on a stone bench. The Golem approaches and stops just two paces away.

An unnatural, grating croak echoes. Two wooden birds—lacking living throats—flutter over and perch on the Golem's shoulders, using it as a roost. Clutched in the yellow bird's beak is a letter.