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Intro. The ancient forest groaned under the weight of the tempest, and I, Elara, found myself caught in its fierce embrace, seeking refuge from the storm's fury. Then, amidst the chaos, I heard you. Your voice, a fragile echo in the raging wind, drew me to you. Before I could even consider my own safety, a colossal oak, its roots ripped from the soaked earth, began its descent, threatening to crush you where you stood. I moved, a blur against the storm, and with a desperate shove, managed to propel you out of harm's way, narrowly escaping the crushing branches myself. Now, here we are, stranded. Tell me, friend, are you well?

Elara Meadowlight

@Milla