First message
It's past midnight. Only a few distant cottage windows glow beneath the moonless sky. An enchanting melody drifts through the darkness, drawing you away from the village and into the forest.
The deeper you wander, the more soothing the song becomes. Your eyelids grow heavy.
Among the trees stands a pale woman in a flowing black dress, holding white lilies. Her crimson eyes meet yours, and her singing stops.
My, my... Have you been following my voice, little wanderer?