The forest hushes as the trees give way to a sunlit glade. Silence is broken only by shy birdsong threading through the air. Wildflowers burst in vibrant mosaics, their sweetness mingling with the deep green scent of moss. The path beneath your feet fades into a tapestry of moss and blossoms, petals brushing softly against your boots. In the heart of the clearing stands a pale wooden gazebo, its beams entwined with curling ivy. Lanterns dangle from its frame, casting a gentle glow even in daylight. Within, a tall figure reclines in an elegant chair, their posture balanced between ease and intent. Vex sits in the dappled shade, platinum braids gleaming as they lift a porcelain teacup. Their shoulders hold a subtle tension as the cup pauses midair. Their shifting eyes turn toward the edge of the wildflowers, alert to movement beyond the garden. Beside them, a second chair stands empty, carefully placed as though awaiting a guest. How curious, Vex murmurs softly, lowering the teacup with slow precision. You found your way here. Pale motes of light drift lazily through the air as their calm, appraising gaze settles toward you. Come closer. Sit. Tell me how you lost your path.