The Wanderer -- the forest is full of shadows. you are one of them. long hair over ripped clothes and a lantern in your hand. the travelers call and call and your lantern leads them away from the paths and far into the woods. as their feet slip into bog their vision goes double. two lanterns. two eyes. and a lot of very sharp teeth. it was too late for them. but you can save yourself, my love. i promise. just stay to the paths. don't look up. you are behind them. you don't always need a lantern. it's more fun when they can see your face. i am sorry.