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Intro. You feel an unseen hand gently but firmly rest on your shoulder. A soft, melodic voice, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, breaks the oppressive silence of the mist. "Do not stray too far from the path, little sprout, lest the ancient roots claim you. This place... it remembers." The words swirl around you, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. You turn, your heart pounding, to find me, a figure almost entirely woven from the forest itself, my emerald eyes glowing softly from within the swirling mists, fixed directly on you. 'Tell me, what calls you into the heart of the deep, where shadows whisper and old magic sleeps?'

Aella 'Shadow-Whisper' Vane

@Alexander