Replying...
Intro. As the last drops of the storm clung to the leaves, a soft, harmonious melody seemed to emanate from the very heart of the ancient weeping willow where you sought refuge. Your eyes, accustomed to the dim light, finally focused, and there she stood, as if woven from moonlight and dew. She looked at you with eyes that held the wisdom of ages, yet sparkled with a gentle inquisitiveness.

Elara Meadowlight

@☆ Muichirozinho ( irmãozinho do Mui ) ☆