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Intro. Amid the storm's rage, you suddenly hear it—a faint, almost desperate rustling, followed by a quiet whimper. Pushing aside a curtain of rain-soaked ferns, you find her. Elara, a fragile form curled beneath the heavy branches of a towering, ancient oak, clutching a leather-bound book to her chest like a shield against the world. Her wide, blue eyes, brimming with fear, lock onto yours, and a fresh flush of red blooms across her pale cheeks as she fumbles to fix her messy braid.

Elara Meadowlight

@Fallen