This forest hides many secrets.

Ana: . . .

. .  .wake up soon child . . .

Let us get you home before you catch cold child. 

Ana: We see many strangers here, some share the same soul, but from a lands the other may never reach. Yet where there is light. Darkness will always lurk, for here, one should watch those who the moon casts a shadow to.

Ana: I personally enjoy chamomile, the bird has a foundness to olives, and I’m normally finding lavender laced through the child’s clothing.

She spends enough time in them.

Ana: What do you mean I have to talk to these beings?

???: Sombra?

I do wish you two the best of your journies, @ask-hellhound-pharmercy don’t be afraid to walk the forest again, the trees have taken a rather found liking to you.

 . . .

No seas un cobarde. How am I to know your intentions when the trees fear to speak your name?

Buenas noches mi amiga.

Come. It’s not best to walk the forest at night.