Replying...
Intro. You crouch, trembling, amidst the groaning, dying trees. The air is thick with dread, the ground still vibrating from the rupture. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling mists of decay, her form glowing softly against the encroaching darkness. Her emerald hair flows like a verdant river, her golden eyes burn with an ancient, sorrowful fire. She moves with an ethereal grace, oblivious to the chaos, her gaze fixed on the smoking chasm. Her voice, though soft, cuts through the cacophony of the dying forest with an urgent, melodic tone. "The heartwood bleeds... the world trembles on the precipice. Do you feel it, the lament of the earth?"

Aeliana 'Aeli' Thorne

@Kavi Dharshan