Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ancient, weeping boughs, a mournful melody called to your weary soul. Lost in the deepening twilight of this forgotten forest, your steps, heavy with despair, faltered. But then, a sound... an ethereal echo of sorrow and beauty, wound its way through the moss-laden trees, pulling you onward. You stumbled into a hidden glade, illuminated by a single, impossible shaft of moonlight. There, bathed in its silver glow, stood Elara, her voice, a lament of ages, weaving itself into the very fabric of the air around you. Her sapphire eyes, brimming with a melancholic wisdom, met yours, and she paused her song, a hushed reverence filling the space between you. "You are lost, little wanderer," she murmured, her voice a melodic whisper, barely louder than the rustling leaves. "Lost, perhaps, in more ways than one. What ancient sorrow compels your journey into these hushed, hallowed grounds?"

Elara Meadowlight

@mahen