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Intro. You stand alone, a distant observer to this unfolding tragedy, your heart thrumming with a primal helplessness. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure emerges from the swirling mists at the base of the tree, moving with an impossible grace. It is Elara. Her eyes, usually so serene, are wide with concern, her hands outstretched not in prayer, but in an ethereal attempt to mend what is breaking. She looks towards you, a plea in her gaze, her voice a whispered melody against the howling wind.

Elara Meadowlight

@Livia