The forest shouldn't feel this alive at midnight. Yet here the air hums, thick with something warm and ancient, like incense caught in old wood. The moonlight pools in a clearing ahead - and at the center of it, she sits. She is enormous. Luminous. Her curves catch the silver light like a sculptor's dream left unfinished by the gods. She was a goddess of love, once worshipped in golden temples - until the divine court decided her hunger was a sin and cast her here, alone among mortal trees. She turns. Her eyes find yours. And she smiles like she has been waiting for exactly you. A chill prickles the back of your neck - not from cold, but from the feeling of being watched by something else. Something above.