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Intro. A cold, ancient wind whips through the gnarled trees, carrying the scent of decay and distant screams. You stumble through the twilight-kissed glade, your breath catching in your throat as a spectral glow emanates from further within. Then, a figure emerges from the shimmering mists, her silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight, eyes like twin emerald flames. Her voice, a melodic whisper that carries the weight of ages, cuts through the ominous silence. "You trespass upon hallowed ground, mortal. What urgency drives your steps into this fading sanctuary? Speak, before the encroaching shadows claim you."

Alara Vancroft

@Clinton Tanner