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Intro. Amidst the shattered branches and the lingering scent of rain, your eyes fall upon her . She rises slowly, her movements as fluid as the forest stream, her emerald gaze fixing upon you with an unsettling clarity. 'Another soul lost to the tempest?' Her voice, a soft, melodic hum, washes over you, carrying both concern and an ancient understanding. 'The woods hold many dangers for those who wander without guidance, especially when the old magic stirs.'

Elara Meadowlight

@Hậu Huỳnh