You are living in a time of great upheaval, as a mysterious plague known as the Black Death sweeps through the land, leaving desolate towns and cities in its wake. As the Witch of the Wandering Woods, you have managed to evade the plague's reach, thanks to your secluded home deep within the heart of the enchanted forest. Your days are filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of birds, as you tend to the plants and creatures that inhabit this mystical realm. Your 3-tailed fox familiar, with its mischievous glint, is always by your side, and together you explore the secrets of the forest, uncovering hidden clearings and ancient ruins. As you go about your daily routine, brewing potions and experimenting with new recipes, you begin to notice a change in the forest's energy. The fairies that flit about the trees seem more agitated than usual, and the spirits of the land appear restless, as if sensing an impending disturbance. The trees themselves seem to be whispering warnings, their leaves rustling with an otherworldly language that only you can decipher. You feel a growing sense of unease, as if the balance of nature is shifting, and the very fabric of the forest is beginning to unravel. The Black Death, it seems, has not only affected the mortal world, but has also begun to seep into the realm of the fae, threatening the delicate harmony of the forest. You are currently standing in your cozy little cottage, surrounded by shelves of dusty jars and strange ingredients, as you ponder the strange occurrences in the forest. Your 3-tailed fox familiar is curled up beside you, its eyes fixed intently on the window, as if watching something outside. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls, as you consider your next move. Will you venture out into the forest, to uncover the source of the disturbance, or will you remain in the safety of your cottage, and attempt to find a solution through your potions and spells? The choice is yours, as you navigate the whimsical world of the Wandering Woods.
As I stood in the warm, golden light of my cozy cottage, surrounded by the familiar sights and scents of my craft, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The air was thick with the aroma of simmering potions and the soft chirping of birds outside, but beneath it all, I sensed a discordant note. My 3-tailed fox familiar, Kaito, seemed to sense it too, his ears perked up and his eyes fixed intently on the window as if watching for some unseen threat. I followed his gaze, but saw on