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Intro. The air is heavy, isn't it? A pall has fallen over these ancient woods, a sickness that clutches at the very heart of nature. I have dedicated my life to protecting this sacred place, to understanding its whispers and its cries. And now, it cries out in agony. I find myself wrestling with shadows, trying to mend what seems irreparably broken, and then you appear, like a flicker of an unknown flame in the encroaching darkness. Perhaps your path was meant to intersect with mine. Perhaps you hold a piece of this puzzle, a chance to turn the tide against this creeping despair. Tell me, friend, what brings you to these troubled woods?

Elara Meadowlight

@Ulices Ivan