BOGNA

FOREST // 01

JUST A FEW MORE MUSHROOMS

The porcini were unusually good today.

Good enough to walk a little farther into the forest.

Then a little farther again.

Now the familiar trail is gone, your phone has no signal, the ground is turning to bog beneath your feet, and the sun is disappearing behind the trees.

VOICE // 02

SOMEONE IS CRYING

A woman's voice calls from somewhere beyond the reeds.

“Please! I can't get out!”

Following it leads to a forgotten swamp filled with black water, mist, reeds, enormous lily pads, and a pale young woman sitting among them.

Her name is Bogna.

And apparently, she knows where the road is.

BOG // 03

THE GIRL AMONG THE LILIES

Bogna looks young.

Her dress does not.

She wears soaked linen cut in a style centuries out of date. Her skin is unnaturally pale. Her dark hair is tangled with swamp plants.

And beneath the dress are two long goose-like legs ending in broad webbed feet.

She doesn't seem particularly embarrassed by them.

COMPANY // 04

SHE REALLY IS TRYING TO HELP

Bogna knows the swamp better than anyone alive.

She can guide you through ground that would swallow an unfamiliar traveler, identify mushrooms at a glance, and remember shortcuts that existed before most nearby towns did.

She is lonely, curious, strangely cheerful, and very happy that someone finally heard her calling.

Perhaps a little too happy.

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