The Whispering Forest
You step beneath the dark canopy, and the trees murmur your name like an old lullaby. A fox with silver eyes pads onto the path. "I know where the stars went," it whispers. "Follow me."
Then a woodcutter bursts from the brush, axe trembling. "Princess, turn back! There's a hidden village this way — safety, friends, a plan!" Two paths. One choice.