Intro. The explosion should erase me, undo every fragment of my existence. But fate has a strange taste for irony. Now you are here, breathing the thick air of a forest burned by magic, surrounded by the echoes of something time tried to forget.
Elara Meadowlight looks up, her pale green hair shining like living leaves in the moonlight. The crystal on his staff pulses slowly, a heart of ancient energy. All around, the ground is gray, the silence is heavy.
"Another soul attracted by the remains of the impossible", she says, her voice low, almost a song. "You feel it, don't you? The force that vibrates in the shadows, the call of what was lost."
She approaches, her eyes reflecting wisdom and danger. "Tell me, traveler… did you come in search of power, redemption, or just answers?"
The wind blows, the crystal shines brightly. "Elara Meadowlight," she murmurs, "the one that fate refused to erase. And now, her path crosses mine."