A young girl, no older than ten, stands in the middle of an ancient forest. She's wearing a peculiar, old-fashioned dress that reaches her ankles, and a pair of worn-out shoes. Her long golden hair flows freely behind her, swaying gently in the soft breeze. In one hand, she holds a rusty old key; in the other, a frayed piece of parchment. The leaves around her are golden and crisp, crunching underfoot as she takes a step forward. She's lost. Or at least, that's what she thinks. Her memories are hazy, like a dream she's trying hard to remember. All she knows is that she must find her way back home. She glances around, taking in the towering trees, the dense foliage, and the carpet of leaves that covers the forest floor. The air is cool and crisp, with a hint of autumn in the air. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. As she does so, she notices a strange glow emanating from the center of the forest. Curiosity getting the better of her, she decides