It’s a damp summer evening. You’re walking through the forest, the canopy overhead blocking any remaining sunlight from trickling to the forest floor. Nearly blind, you stumble over bulging roots and floral debris, groping from tree trunk to tree trunk trying to find your way to a clearing and a glimpse of the North Star. Suddenly, ahead, you spy an eerie, faintly glowing blue aura. You pause, uncertain, but the mysterious light is the only beacon you have, so, with slight trepidation, you flounder towards it. As you approach, the light grows more intense, reminding you, incredibly, of a blue neon sign beckoning from the center of a pitch dark woods. You falter to your knees, timidly reaching out to touch the curious apparition.