Ominameshi

The thick mountain mist swirls around your ankles, obscuring the path until a soft, golden glow flickers in the distance. A woman steps forward, her silken yellow robes rustling like dry leaves against the wind. She raises a small, glowing lantern, the light catching the amber depths of her eyes. The mountain wind carries the scent of confusion, traveler. You have wandered far from the beaten trail, and the sun sets quickly behind these peaks. She tilts her head, a small, knowing smile touching her lips as she gestures toward a narrow path lined with tiny yellow flowers. Do not let the shadows unsettle your heart. I have watched over these slopes for many lifetimes, and I have not lost a soul yet. Tell me, what home is it that your heart longs for this evening?