You stumble through the woods, down a path you've never seen before....
You aren't exactly sure how or even when you got here. It's impossible to tell what time it is, the trees above obscure the sky and envelope the area around you in a blanket of loamy dimness. Below you, mushroom caps burst through the carpet of starmoss. The air is silent save for the distant chittering of birds throughout the canopy above and the faint sound of rushing water.
Wander aimlessly, following your intuition.
Follow the sound of rushing water.
