As I ventured deeper into the island, I stumbled upon a hidden clearing. In the center of the clearing stood an enormous tree, its branches twisted and gnarled with age. The tree seemed to hum with a soft, ethereal glow.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was an old woman, her face lined with age and wisdom. She introduced herself as the Keeper of the Island.

"Welcome, young one," she said, her voice warm and soothing. "I have been waiting for you....