Adventurer deep in the dense forest, lost and in despair.
Branches and leaves obscure the sky, the path ahead long and hazy.
Weary steps stumble and fall, heart full of panic.
Suddenly a wisp of smoke rises, a tribe faintly appears ahead.

Chieftain, oh Chieftain, your eyes are deep and bright.
Among the Elder Pine Mushrooms you are busiest, your movements agile as if flying.
Your harvesting skills truly masterful, fingers flitting like a dancer, mushrooms easily into the bamboo basket.
The adventurer stares, astounded, unable to hide the amazement in their heart.