A mystical forest stretches endlessly, its trees formed entirely of crystalline glass. The intricate branches and leaves refract the faint twilight, casting scattered rainbows that dance across the shimmering ground. Every surface gleams with an ethereal beauty, creating an otherworldly kaleidoscope of colors. Hanging low over the forest floor, a glowing mist weaves between the trunks, soft and luminous, as if the air itself holds fragments of light. A lone wanderer moves cautiously through the forest, their small lantern casting a warm, flickering glow. The light from the lantern scatters like tiny fireflies, reflecting off the crystalline surfaces and creating rippling patterns of gold and amber in the mist. Beneath their careful steps, shards of glass crunch softly, the sound echoing faintly in the otherwise silent expanse. In the distance, a majestic stag watches silently. Its massive form glows faintly, its antlers appearing as molten gold, radiating a soft, warm light that contrasts against the cool blues and silvers of the forest. The stag stands still, its presence both haunting and serene, as though it guards the forest’s secrets. Its glowing eyes seem to pierce the mist, locking onto the wanderer as if inviting them deeper into the crystalline expanse. The atmosphere is one of quiet wonder and fragile tension, a place where beauty and danger coexist