The dirt path stretched ahead, winding deeper into the unknown. The little sprite nestled against Elynara’s cheek buzzed softly, its warmth a quiet comfort against the cool air.

She had been following the road for a good while now, just taking in the sights around her. Breathing in the air. Listening to the sounds.

There was much she didn’t remember seeing before. And even more that felt strangely familiar, like echoes from a dream she couldn’t quite place. Still, she observed.

At first, the forest felt full of life. Leaves rustled in the breeze, their gentle swaying whispering unseen secrets. Birds called from hidden perches, a living chorus woven through the creaking branches. The scent of damp earth clung to the air, rich and grounding. Sunlight filtered through the canopy in shifting golden beams, casting fleeting patterns on the path like dancing specters.