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From somewhere in the gathered darkness, you hear someone humming a tune. It’s not one you recognize, but it stirs something in you nonetheless, as if it was able to awaken an emotion long forgotten despite its unfamiliar melody. For a moment, the humming seems to fill the room, then you hear it just over your shoulder, coming your way.

A woman in peculiar dress walks past you carrying a tray of mushrooms in individual containers. You catch the scent of freshly turned earth, and notice that while her body seems to glow with a faint white luminesence, it has a certain solidity to it. She gestures toward a raised garden, overrun with a wide variety of mushrooms as if to say "Follow."

Clear this spirit with  to follow.