Ore PoV
I found myself surrounded in a weird fog. The forest didn't look like any I'd seen. But, I couldn't make out much to begin with.
My ears twitched as I heard a soft melody play in the distance.
After walking a few steps, I saw a little boy sitting on a stomp. He wore what looked to be dragon skin. In his hands was a weird instrument. It looked handmade.
I took a cautious step forward, my curiosity piqued by the strange scene before me. The boy, seemingly no older than six or seven, sat cross-legged on the stump, his big eyes gazing into the distance as he gently strummed the peculiar instrument. Its sound was ethereal, almost haunting, weaving a melody that filled the foggy forest around us.
"Hey there," I called out, my voice echoing softly in the mist. "What are you doing?"
