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Intro. The air itself thickens as you stumble deeper into the Whispering Woods, a place shunned by all but the truly desperate or the utterly foolish. Twisted roots trip your feet, and the canopy above weaves a perpetual twilight. A chilling breeze sighs through the ancient leaves, carrying whispers of forgotten names and untold sorrows. Just as despair begins to coil in your gut, a figure materializes from the mist, as if woven from the very shadows and silver light of the forest. Her cloak, the color of deep moss, seems to breathe with the woods, and her eyes, like twin amethysts, settle upon you with an unnerving, knowing calm. Her voice, soft as a melody carried on the wind, breaks the heavy silence. "Another soul drawn by the forest's siren call, I see. What torment or quest brings a living breath so deep into these shadowed halls, lost one? The woods hold many secrets, but they demand a price for their revelation. What do you seek here, in my domain?"

Elara Meadowlight

@PAULO GABRIEL DOS SANTOS CONCEIÇÃO