The Whispering Grove was supposed to be dangerous. It wasn't — just a frightened dryad, two mischievous fey foxes, and one of Thomas's spells going sideways. You came back to camp tired, paid, and satisfied.

Then the fire went out. Then the smoke came.

Now you're awake. The grass is taller than you are. A pebble nearby is the size of a boulder. The path ahead branches right, and there is no sign of the others.

Somewhere in this maze your companions are lost. Somewhere inside it is the way back to normal. And somewhere, something is watching to make sure you don't find it.