A vast, ancient forest, its towering trees stretching towards the heavens, their gnarled branches twisting and intertwining in a network of living wood. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the sounds of countless birdsong, as sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor with a dance of warm, golden light. In the distance, a mighty river roars over jagged rocks, its waters rushing towards an unseen ocean, and overhead, the wind howls through the treetops, sending waves of windy smoke spiraling upwards into the sky. The ground beneath your feet is carpeted with a thick layer of moss and fallen leaves, crunching softly as you walk, and here and there, small clearings offer brief glimpses of the vibrant foliage beyond. In the center of the clearing stands a large stone pedestal, upon which rests a large, ornate urn, its surface etched with intricate luminous designs and  fire symbols, an intense fire comes around the urn glowing like an ancient powerfull relyc. Fuming water bubbles and steams within the urn, releasing a hazy mist that drifts lazily upwards, mingling with the windy smoke and dancing through the trees. A single log lies split and charred nearby, evidence of a recent ritual, as if the urn were somehow the focus of this ancient forest's mysterious power.