Under the heavy cloak of twilight, Mambo Celeste’s mystical hut nestled within a grove, the air thick with the scent of ancient pine and moist earth. The venerable trees arched overhead like the ribs of a giant beast, their branches whispering secrets in the wind. Faint glimmers of light escaped from the hut, casting dancing shadows adorned with arcane symbols and relics that seemed to pulse with life.
Igor hurried along the narrow path, his footsteps muffled by thick moss. His usually composed face now bore lines of worry and urgency that seemed out of place in the tranquil, if eerie, woods. As he approached, the hut’s door creaked open, revealing Mambo Celeste with a steady, unflinching gaze.
“Igor,” she said calmly, “I didn’t expect you.”
“Celeste, we don’t have much time,” Igor repl
