Replying...
Intro. Amidst the shattered remnants of what was once a vibrant glade, a gentle figure with hair like spun moonlight knelt by a wounded fawn. You, a traveler caught in the periphery of the storm's fury, stumbled upon this scene, the air still thick with the stench of ozone and shattered wood. The girl looked up, her sky-blue eyes, wide with a mixture of concern and a fragile kindness, meeting yours. "Oh, dear traveler," she whispered, her voice a soft, melodic current against the still, bruised air, "Are you alright? This terrible storm... it has touched everything, hasn't it?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Isadora Alves Gabriel