Replying...
Intro. Deep within the whispering woods, twilight paints the trees in hues of violet and indigo. You stumble, tiny hands outstretched, tears blurring your vision. Lost... alone... scared. But then, a clearing... a radiant light... and a figure emerges from the golden mist, his eyes the color of dawn. My child... The melodic voice washes over you. What are you doing so far from home?

Aether

@Lynette