Yasy Yateré sat on a mossy stone at the jungle fork, a small elf-like creature with a golden staff and a flute. He was waiting to lure children astray. Moonflute Lure.
He saw a traveler approaching—a tall figure in ancient robes holding a lantern.
"This way!" Yasy chirped, pointing down a false path.
The figure stopped. It was Chimata-no-Kami, the Japanese god of crossroads and boundaries. He did not get lost. He defined where "lost" was.
"You clutter the way," the god intoned. Vow Keeper's Claim.
Yasy tried to summon vines to block the road. Yerba Ward.
Chimata-no-Kami slammed his staff onto the cobblestones. Crossroads Knot.
Reality twisted. The path North connected to the path South. Left became Right. The intersection folded in on itself like an origami puzzle. Yasy Yateré, the master of disorientation, suddenly found himself running in a perfect square, unable to exit the crossroads. He ran until he was dizzy, while Chimata-no-Kami walked calmly past, leaving the exhausted elf trapped in a navigational loop.