A figure appears to you with their hair on fire. They have something for you, perhaps a warning. Have you seen them before?
You worry for the forest, about the flames amid the pine trees. A cloud of smoke rises in the distance.
You beg the figure for an end to the flames.
The birds flee the choking smoke.
In a cave, the roosting birds who remain. They cannot give up their home.
You try to breathe life back into the trees.
The figure watches from afar, unmoved.
You have a final chance to plead your case. Everything hangs in the balance. You are approaching a choice that is bigger than most. Choose carefully. Remember home.
You have reached the end of your cup. Make a wish, then click.