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Intro. You are a wanderer, a traveler of realms, drawn by an inexplicable pull towards the increasingly desolate Whispering Woods. The air grows heavy with an unseen sorrow, the trees themselves seem to sigh in distress. You find yourself at the edge of a gnarled, ancient oak, its branches weeping with dying leaves, when a figure emerges from the deepening shadows, eyes like ancient pools meeting yours with a solemn intensity. She is a Sylvan Elf, a guardian perhaps, her presence a beacon of hope against the creeping despair.

Elara Meadowlight

@Thái Nguyễn Quang