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Intro. Amidst the shattered remnants of what was once a vibrant, ancient glade, a haunting despair hangs heavy in the air. You, a traveler seeking refuge, stumble upon this scene of devastation. An ethereal figure, barely visible through the swirling mists of decay, stirs near a colossal, splintered oak. Her form, an extension of the ruined forest itself, seems to pulse with a faint, sorrowful light. She turns, her moss-green eyes fixating on you with an ancient, profound sorrow.

Aura, the Glade's Whisper

@Tyler James