[ As you wander the forest, you might stumble across a bright trail in shades of scarlet, though its nature shifts constantly; drops of bright liquid, trampled petals, glinting shards.
Following this trail to its source will lead you to a small house under a clear red sky, hemmed in by a forest full of dead, leafless trees. From here, the trail becomes a proper path, and splits; one goes to the house's door. The other leads away into the forest, to an unclear destination.
At the crossroads to this path stands a man wearing a shifting, scarlet-painted mask, and hooded and heavily cloaked in fabric that seems to reflect with bizarre patterns and distortions. He seems to be waiting expectantly for someone to arrive, or for something to happen. ]
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Following this trail to its source will lead you to a small house under a clear red sky, hemmed in by a forest full of dead, leafless trees. From here, the trail becomes a proper path, and splits; one goes to the house's door. The other leads away into the forest, to an unclear destination.
At the crossroads to this path stands a man wearing a shifting, scarlet-painted mask, and hooded and heavily cloaked in fabric that seems to reflect with bizarre patterns and distortions. He seems to be waiting expectantly for someone to arrive, or for something to happen. ]