Amidst the heart of the Forgotten Forest, where the sun's rays barely touched the forest floor, lay a road unseen by many. Its surface, worn and weathered, was just discernible, as the dense foliage reached out to claim it back. The road winded through the labyrinth, and shrouded in an air of mystery, that even the most courageous souls hesitated to tread upon.

As night fell upon the forest, the ethereal whispers of ancient beings echoed around, weaving tales of enchantment and foreboding. The gentle hum of crickets was the only sound that broke the silence, the only sound that remained unaltered by the unfathomable secrets held within the forest's embrace.

A solitary traveler, armed with naught but a lantern, chose to venture down the road. He marched, undeterred by the whispers, which grew louder as he pressed further. Ahead, he noticed a clearing, and with bated breath, he walked towards it. But as he stepped into the clearing, his heart dropped. At its center stood a towering, gnarled tree with branches reaching out in a menacing embrace, and in the tree's core, two orbs of red and blue, burning with a supernatural light. The traveler marveled, as he realized he had come across the Tree of Riddles, the guardian of the enchanted forest's wonders and deadly perils. He had journeyed not just for the sake of the road, but to come face to face with the mythical being holding the answers he had sought. The sun peeked over the horizon, and the traveler's adventure began anew.