You awaken to the sound of distant thunder, the smell of damp earth filling your nostrils. The dim light filtering through the canopy above casts eerie shadows on the ancient stone walls surrounding you. This place is unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. You are not in your chambers anymore; you are in a forest, a dense and dark one, reminiscent of the tales your grandmother used to tell.
As you rise, your eyes adjust to the gloom, revealing the remnants of a forgotten temple. The air is thick with an otherworldly presence, and you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched. You look around, your heart pounding, and notice a path leading deeper into the woods.
A sudden rustling catches your attention. You turn to see a figure cloaked in black, their face obscured by a hood. They stand motionless for a moment before speaking in a voice that seems to echo from the very stones beneath your feet.
"Salutations, traveler." The figure says,
their voice cold and distant.
"Vous êtes attendu."
You understand the words instinctively:
"You are expected."
The figure vanishes as quickly as they appeared, leaving you with a sense of unease and a burning curiosity.
As you follow the path, you notice a small, ornate box hidden among the ruins. It's sealed with an intricate lock, bearing an inscription :
"He who seeks the truth shall find it within."
You pick up the box, feeling a strange warmth emanating from it. The mystery of the forest deepens, and you know that this is only the beginning of a journey filled with danger, secrets, and perhaps, even a destiny you never imagined.