Deep within the heart of the mysterious Oldina Forest the unwary traveller stumbles across an open glade of intoxicating beauty. Footsore and weary, wet through from the steady drip of rain from the leaves of the pines, the unspoken invitation to stop and stay awhile pulls at the travellers mind. There are deeper undercurrents here though, and our traveller still retains enough presence of mind to see this eldritch field for what it is.
And so, she passes by without a backward glance even though she can hear the whispering malevolent voices sweetly entreating her to come back…. lie down… and…. sleep.