You are navigating a dark forest, the trees towering over you like silent sentinels. The only sound is the crunch of your boots on the leaves. You are starting to feel uneasy, like you are being watched. Suddenly, you come across a clearing. In the middle of the clearing is a skeleton, its bones picked clean by scavengers. The skeleton is clutching a book in its bony fingers. You approach the skeleton cautiously. You reach out and take the book from its hands. The book is old and dusty, and the…