At the beginning, when the world was young and the stars sang their first songs, the Ancient Forest awakened. Its realism of it always edges just outside of memory. Once outside its thicket, the location was already forgotten.

It is said to be home to spirits older than the moon. Travelers spoke of soft whispers following them, as though the trees themselves listened. Myths of talking lights, and ancient beings floating their way outside the tree canopy.

This is where her story begins, you see, this is where she was born. Some say it was happenstance. Some say she was a fellow traveler who just never left the woods. Some say she was left there as a baby until the forest became her mother. She grew up surrounded by the whispers of the forest, her footsteps guided by the ancient spirits. The forest shaped her, teaching her its secrets and weaving her into its timeless rhythm.

No one truly knows, not even her, but it is here that she is born, here where she stays, so here is where we start her story.