The place was foggy and dark, near a grand and creepy forest. The mist was constantly moving, like waves. Small lights were flickering in and out, like fireflies, but without the fireflies. One of the lights was different, brighter, and seemingly getting closer. From the mist emerged a figure in white, torn robes, moving silently. On the head was a blue light swaying on a string like an anglerfish. The figure had no eyes, but a large mouth with needle-like teeth. It whispered quietly, but somehow everyone could here, like it was directly at their ears. I am the Guide... new citizens... follow the light... The figure motioned to lead the Bugweians along the dirt path into the dark forest.
