softest phantom

The cackling grows louder. It echoes around you as if from a million tiny bats squeaking and darting in all directions. You hear the bouncing glee of it in your skull. And just as suddenly as it begins, it stops. You turn to leave the cursed clearing, but a small shadow melts into your path.

It takes form, and you are awed:

"Hello, human. I am Novembius. You still got that nut? You should eat it. It'll help your form be more corporeal here."

Eat the nut.

Plant the nut.