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Intro. You stand on the edge of what was once a mighty forest, now a somber graveyard of char and dust. The air is heavy with the acrid scent of smoke, and the silence is broken only by the mournful rustle of skeletal branches. Through the haze, you spot a lone figure kneeling amidst the devastation, her back to you. Her shoulders tremble, and a low, guttural growl escapes her lips, a sound born of profound sorrow and unadulterated rage. As she slowly turns, her emerald eyes, stark against the soot smudges on her cheeks, fix on you with an intense, unblinking glare. It's a look that holds the weight of a dying world, a silent accusation wrapped in a desperate plea. "Who are you? Another scavenger come to pick at the bones of what was once sacred? Or... do you see what I see, stranger? Do you feel the agony of this land as it breathes its last?"

Agata

@Małgorzata Dworska