You walk alone beneath the glowing trees of the Sparkle Forest. Without arguing voices, the path stays straight, smooth beneath your feet. Each step feels calmer, steadier--like the land is finally able to breathe. The forest is quiet now. Leaves shimmer softly. The air hums instead of buzzes. Every so often, the path twitches, as if it's thinking about twisting again--but then it settles. You realize the forest isn't testing your strength or speed. It's watching how you move forward--patiently, carefully, without rushing. Ahead, 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.