The once abundant light of the sun above has dimmed as you stumble further into a forest for one reason or another. Underfoot, the dry soil, sparse bramble, and breeze had steadily became replaced by damp soil, coiling vines, and stagnant air accompanied by a thin mist coating most objects in obscurity. Eventually, mushrooms would come to pepper your impromptu path until you would notice a peculiar figure in the mist. Do you continue your approach?