  The grove is not empty land. Scattered through it stand the works of the fae and of older hands, waiting to be found by those who wander far enough.
<~><~>  You may come upon a shrine half hidden among the petals, a mushroom house tucked beneath its great red cap, a quiet dwelling beside a still pool, or stranger ruins yet. Each keeps its own small treasures and its own small dangers, so look well before you step inside.
