In the mystical realm of the Enchanted Grove, under the shimmering light of the moon, a young sorceress named Elowen found herself standing before a magnificent ancient oak tree. Its massive trunk twisted and turned, its branches reaching towards the starlit sky like fingers of an ancient being.
Elowen had heard whispers of a peculiar incantation that, when spoken by a maiden under the full moon, would reveal a hidden realm of pleasure and desire. With a flutter in her heart and a thrill in her veins, she raised her delicate hand to her lips and whispered the words, “Watch – Am I small is it big enough.”
In an instant, the tree began to stir, its bark shifting and transforming into a grand