As they walk through the X, they find themself in a forgotten glade. At first glance, the place seems magical—tall, ancient trees surround a small clearing, their branches entwined above like a canopy. Beams of sunlight filter through the leaves, warming the grass below. The air is thick with the scent of earth and flowers, and in the center of the clearing is an old stone circle, half-hidden by overgrown vines and moss.
But something feels... off.
