The crystals brighten, humming happily, and one by one they point forward again--this time without flickering. You smile as the path stretches out ahead, clear and steady. In the distance, the crooked tower of the wizard's castle rises into view, its purple mist curling upward like a question waiting to be answered. You say goodbye to the squirrel and rabbit who are now chatting as if they are old friends. After an hour more of walking, with the crystals guiding you, the trees begin to thin. Purple mist curls through the branches, drifting backward toward a tall shape rising in the distance. The wizard's castle. As you draw closer, the path splits in two. One trail leads straight to the front gate, where tall doors loom beneath twisting towers. The other curves quietly around the side, disappearing toward a shadowy back entrance.