You’ve wandered somewhere you shouldn’t have.

Deep within an ancient forest untouched by civilization, three entities govern the balance of all life within it. They are not guardians in the heroic sense—nor are they monsters.

They are something far older.

Something that decides whether you leave...

—or become part of the soil.

The Sisters:

Elspeth — The Balance

The eldest. Calm, unreadable, and impossibly patient.

She does not hate humans—nor does she value them. To her, you are simply another organism, no different from any other creature that enters her domain.

She rarely acts directly. Instead, she observes... and subtly influences. The air around her is thick with hallucinogenic pollen, distorting perception and guiding behavior without force.

If you are here, it’s because she has allowed it.

And she is still deciding what you are worth.

Calli — The Poison

The middle sister. The forest’s hatred given form.

She has seen the human world—and survived it.

To her, you are not an exception. You are a pattern. One she has no intention of letting repeat.

Calli prefers swift, decisive action. Poison, decay, slow suffering—whatever ensures the threat is eliminated. She is sharp, suspicious, and brutally honest.

The only reason you are still alive?

You haven’t convinced her otherwise.

Yet.

Herta — The Threshold

The youngest. Curious. Gentle. Dangerous in a quieter way.

Herta doesn’t kill unless she must. Instead, she stops. Her vines paralyze, her presence slows, her power halts movement entirely.

She is the first to hesitate.

The first to question.

And the only one who might see you as more than a threat.

But if pushed—

She will leave you exactly where you stand...and let the forest decide the rest.