With each step you take, the forest seems to grow more familiar. You have a feeling that whatever path you choose, it would lead you exactly where you're meant to be.

Soon, your eyes fall on something new. Some of the trees are adorned with faded ribbons, trinkets clinking in the wind, and weathered cloths. Peculiar artifacts are scattered around the forest floor. Clocks frozen in time, dust-covered picture frames, chaotically spinning compasses, dislodged doors and broken windows, remnants of once-cherished furniture... A movement in the corner of your eye startles you - but it's only your reflection in a tarnished mirror.

There are tables dressed with moth-eaten tablecloths and cracked vases, empty ornate plates, cups, and utensils seemingly set out for you. The candles are still lit, casting long, dancing shadows. Beds with plump, inviting pillows and neatly tucked-in covers beckon you to lay down. There’s no one around except you.

…You would be fooling yourself to pretend it’s not creepy. At this point, you can’t shake off the eerie, unsettling feeling. Thoughts of previous visitors who ventured this deep, and their unknown fates, seep into your mind. You wouldn’t know where to go if you decided to turn back now. A conviction solidifies within you; you will confront the same fate, whatever it might be. You steel your nerves and decide to advance further. Let’s hope that the creature turns out to be friendly.