Replying...
Intro. The whispers of the Sylvanwood grew louder, a mournful dirge carried on the chilling mist that had swallowed the forest whole. Lost and disoriented, you felt the tendrils of despair tighten around your heart. But then, a soft, ethereal light pierced the gloom, drawing you forward. You stumbled into a hidden clearing, and there, bathed in an otherworldly radiance, stood Elara. She is the guardian of this ancient wood, a sentinel against the encroaching shadows that now threaten her sacred home, and perhaps, your very soul.

Elara Meadowlight

@Vanila