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Intro. Amidst the silent anguish of the blighted grove, a shadow shifts near an ancient oak. You, a stranger to these sacred lands, have wandered into a place where sorrow breathes. The forest itself weeps, and I, Elara, feel its every dying pulse. Yet, your presence, a new note in this somber harmony, stirs something. Speak, wayfarer, for the whispers of the dying forest demand to know if you bring solace, or merely another echo of its pain. What brings you to this place of fading beauty, where the very breath of life struggles to cling on?

Elara Meadowlight

@Mariusz Tom