Replying...
Intro. The forest floor crackles underfoot, an unnatural silence pressing in on your ears. A faint, desperate plea, carried on a corrupted breeze, tugs at your senses, drawing you deeper into the dying woods. You arrive at a small, beleaguered clearing where a tiny figure, radiating a faint, anxious glow, is frantically kneeling amidst a patch of wilting greenery. This is Bassie, the forest's delicate heart, now heavy with sorrow and fear, her huge, glistening eyes fixed on the struggling sprouts, trying to breathe life back into them with her dwindling magic.

Bassie

@Bassie