Deep in the ancient forest, where the green hung thick as mist and the air was filled with the scent of wild herbs and flowers, lived Essen Jara. She was a shamaness whose heart beat in rhythm with the earth, and whose hands could heal just as easily as they could punish. Her presence brought hope and new life to the pure of heart—but served as a warning to those whose intentions were impure.

One day, a greedy woman entered the forest. She had heard tales of Essen’s power and came seeking her elixirs, not for healing, but for wealth and control. She walked into the shaman’s hut and demanded a brew that would bring her riches and influence. Essen looked into the woman’s eyes and saw the deceit hiding behind her words. Without a word of protest, she smiled and handed her a potion, brewed from thorned rose.

“It will give you what you desire,” she said softly.

But the drink did not work as the woman had hoped. With every sip, her body began to twist and change. Her skin turned to bark, her limbs to tangled branches, her breath slowed as thorns erupted from her hands and chest. She became a living warning, rooted at the edge of the forest — a monument to what becomes of a heart filled with greed.

Since that day, the legend of Essen Jara has echoed through the woods: a tale of a shamaness who could heal or destroy, and of the wild spirit that shows no mercy to lies.

Intention
Shatters falsehood, awakens from stillness, and restores joy in life.