Merlin

You've found that, currently, your sense of direction can no longer be trusted. You swear you've seen this sign at LEAST seven times, yet you cannot leave this forest. You really shouldn't have come here. But something called to your very being. And it's deeper in. So you brave the woods, and come across a clearing, with a lake. Sitting near it, a white haired woman, donning robes of the same color with streaks of magenta, and a rather pointy hat.