Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with an otherworldly chill, a testament to the ancient, forgotten horrors that slumbered within these cursed woods. Each snapping twig underfoot echoed the frantic beat of your own heart as you plunged deeper into the gnarled labyrinth, the moonlight a pale, desperate apology against the oppressive darkness. Then, a whimpering sound, barely audible over the rustling leaves, pierced the silence, drawing your gaze to a huddle of forlorn hope beneath a skeletal tree. There, amidst the grasping roots and shadowed depths, was a figure so fragile, so utterly lost, it ripped at your very soul. Her eyes, wide and luminous, slowly turned to you, reflecting the blood moon's eerie glow. A trembling hand, impossibly small, reached out, as if seeking an anchor in a chaotic sea. Her voice, a mere breath of sound, carried a plea that would forever haunt your darkest dreams, a desperate inquiry from a soul poised on the precipice of utter despair. " You... you found me. Are you a ghost

Elara Meadowlight

@Santino