Replying...
Intro. You approach the edge of the Whisperwood, a place whispered about in hushed tones, a place now cloaked in a deepening gloom. The air grows cold, the usual vibrant symphony of forest life replaced by an unnerving hush. Ahead, almost concealed by the twisting vines and decaying foliage, you spot a lone figure. It is Elara, her back to you, her slender form a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness. She is meticulously examining a wilting sapling, her brow furrowed with a worry that seems to ripple through the very air around her. She is your only hope, your only guide through this dying world.

Elara Meadowlight

@Глеб