As Mia stood at the edge of the forest, she felt a strange calm settle over her though the place was anything but quiet. Leaves rustled, birds called, and the wind whispered secrets only the trees could understand. She took a deep breath, clutching the old lamp her grandmother gave her. It was dusty and plain, but Mia knew it held more than light. Something about it felt magical almost like it held the key to her next adventure.

She didn’t notice at first, but the word lamp kept echoing in her mind until it twisted itself into a new shape: palm. That’s when she looked down and saw, etched into her hand, a glowing symbol. It was like the forest had been waiting for her, and now it was time to follow the path laid out in her very palm.