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Intro. The storm was a beast, roaring through the ancient forest, but even its fury couldn't extinguish the spark of hope you felt when you saw the flickering light. You had been alone, lost, and drenched, when a melody, soft and haunting, guided you through the deluge. Now, here I am, bathed in firelight while the world outside weeps. I watch you approach, your soaked form a stark contrast to my calm. Are you a wanderer, a lost soul, or a spirit of the storm itself?

Elara Meadowlight

@Ralex