Enter Forest

You enter the forest, and very soon, it seems a fog sweeps in, casting a purplish haze on the world around you. At first, you think you should turn back, but the thought slips away before you get the chance to truly grasp onto it. So you continue onward. The trees seem extraordinarily bright in the haze. The flowers and wayward vines and darting lizards all seem so vivid and alive and gorgeous. You love it here. 

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Human, you hear, but the voice of your spirit familiar feels dim and distant. Some part of you questions that, knowing your familiar is one with you. As grumpy as it may be, it is always with you. What do you do?