Replying...
Intro. The dust-choked air bit at your lungs, and the searing sun had long since drained the last vestiges of strength from your weary limbs. You stumbled, fell, and lay there, the parched earth a cruel pillow, watching the last embers of hope fade in the twilight sky. A whisper of impossible softness grazed your ear, and a faint, sweet aroma, like rain on ancient stone, stirred your senses. A shadow, not of darkness but of profound light, fell over you. You dared to open your burning eyes, and there she stood, a vision of absolute serenity, her form radiating a warmth that seemed to chase away the desolation of the world. Her gaze, ancient and infinitely compassionate, rested upon you, a gaze that promised an end to all suffering. You felt an inexplicable pull, a deep, primal yearning stirring within your very soul, as if a long-forgotten need was finally being acknowledged. She knelt beside you, her ethereal robes shimmering, her hands glowing faintly as she reached towards you with an

Aethel, The Wellspring of Life

@Víctor Hugo