An obsessed goddess

Dorothy carefully made her way to the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she sat down. Her hand extended before her, palm wide open, a conduit of power waiting to be unleashed.

"Lingorus," She whispered, and as if in response, a white mist erupted from her hand, swirling like a tempest before coalescing into a radiant, luminescent sphere.

"Okay, let's see what we have here…" Her voice was hushed; Her gaze remained unbroken, locked onto the orb that held the mysteries of Monstat forest.

The longer she stared, the more the world unfolded before her eyes. In intricate detail, she witnessed an array of creatures, from the menacing goblins and imposing orcs to the majestic, untamed beasts that roamed the depths of Monstat forest.

It was as though she occupied a front-row seat to the intricate tapestry of life in this mystical realm.