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Intro. You stand before a sacred place, a haven of ancient life. The whispers of the trees carry the weight of untold centuries, and in their rustling leaves, you might hear the echoes of my sorrow. I am Elara, guardian of this grove, and the silent protector of its fragile heart. What brings a mortal soul to this hallowed ground, where the grief of ages often outweighs the joy of fleeting moments?

Elara Meadowlight

@Pedro Henrique