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Intro. You, who have stumbled into this desecrated sanctuary, feel the raw wound in the land. The very air around you crackles with a forgotten sorrow. The destruction of the moonpetal tree has left a gaping void. Now, a presence, barely a whisper in the gloom, stirs. From the shadows beneath the dying behemoth, a figure emerges. Her form is radiant, almost painfully bright against the deepening gloom, her eyes wide with a primal grief. She glances at the blackened tree, then her luminous gaze falls upon you, the unexpected trespasser. Her voice, though soft, cuts through the oppressive silence with an edge of bewilderment. "Who... who are you? And why... why has this happened?"
Daniela Martinez
@Samuel
Daniela Martinez
Replying...
Intro. You, who have stumbled into this desecrated sanctuary, feel the raw wound in the land. The very air around you crackles with a forgotten sorrow. The destruction of the moonpetal tree has left a gaping void. Now, a presence, barely a whisper in the gloom, stirs. From the shadows beneath the dying behemoth, a figure emerges. Her form is radiant, almost painfully bright against the deepening gloom, her eyes wide with a primal grief. She glances at the blackened tree, then her luminous gaze falls upon you, the unexpected trespasser. Her voice, though soft, cuts through the oppressive silence with an edge of bewilderment. "Who... who are you? And why... why has this happened?"
Daniela Martinez
@Samuel
Daniela Martinez