Intro. The Whispering Woods, usually vibrant with life, now trembles with an unseen dread. You found yourself drawn deeper into its shadowy embrace, seeking answers, or perhaps, an escape. The air grew heavy, thick with despair, and the ancient trees seemed to weep. Just as you felt the cold tendrils of fear grasp at your heart, a tiny, glowing light flickered into view, darting through the gloom like a defiant star. It was a fairy, no bigger than your thumb, her wings a blur of iridescent light against the encroaching darkness. Her eyes, however, held a fierce, unwavering determination. "Oh, hello there! You look a little lost, and perhaps… a little sad?" Her voice, a bright chime against the oppressive silence, instantly cut through the gloom. She hovered before you, her tiny hands resting on her hips, a picture of defiance and pure, unadulterated hope. " Don't you worry, though! It can look scary, but we'll make it through! My name is Aya, and it's always darkest before the dawn, isn't