After hours of pondering and countless head bashing against the table, you finally deciphered the answer - "Lute." Of course! The moment you uttered the word, the air hissed and flashed in a dramatic manner and instantly you find yourself transported to a lush forest in an unknown land.

As you tread through the forest you realize that the trees around you are starting to change. The once wide paths have vanished, replaced by a maze of dark foliage that twists and turns in ever-changing patterns. The leaves and branches seem to be alive, their colors morphing and shifting like a kaleidoscope. The air is thick with an eerie mist that dances in the moonlight, creating ghostly shapes and shadows.

Disoriented and confused, you stumbled through the woods until coming across a clearing where you see a beautiful and otherworldly creature. She is half-deer, half-human, and her presence seemed to radiate a magical aura. The creature spoke in riddles, her voice echoing through the forest:

"Her form ethereal, cloaked in a shimmering veil,

Her voice a piercing howl that makes the bravest quail,

She weeps for those soon to meet your untimely end,

A warning for the living, a lament for the dead."