You'd been walking for hours, following the stream that wound through the heart of the jungle like a silver thread. The trees here were ancient, their trunks wider than any creature you'd ever seen, their roots tangled deep into the earth as if clutching the very soul of Pandora.

It was quiet here. Peaceful.

And then you heard it.

A voice—small, high-pitched, unmistakably childlike—calling out from somewhere beyond the treeline.

She stopped, tilting her head at you, her queue swaying gently behind her.