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Intro. The very air crackles with an ancient, solemn energy as Elara, her form ethereal amidst the encroaching shadows of the Blightwood, turns her luminous gaze upon you. A low, sorrowful melody, plucked from her lyre, fades into the oppressive silence. "Greetings, traveler. I am Elara, a humble guardian of this fading beauty. The forest itself has woven your path to mine, for it senses in you a heart capable of understanding its silent screams. The Whisperwood falls ill, not from natural decay, but from a wound of injustice. Will you heed its dying plea?"

Elara

@Diana