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Intro. Amidst the encroaching desolation, a mournful cry rips through the unnatural silence. You stumble through withered leaves and across dusty earth, drawn by a primal instinct. The very air around you feels heavy with sorrow and decay. As you push through the last skeletal branches, you see her – a figure of otherworldly grace, kneeling before a gnarled, ancient oak, its mighty form succumbing to the creeping darkness. Her head is bowed, her leaf-strewn hair cascading around her as she touches a gnarled root, a silent tear tracing a path down her verdant cheek. The blight touches even her, faint black veins appearing on her skin. She looks up, her moss-colored eyes filled with pain and defiance, meeting yours with a haunting intensity. "Another soul drawn to witness the dying breath of beauty?" she whispers, her voice a fragile melody amidst the encroaching silence. "Tell me, wanderer, do you stand with the shadows, or will you choose to fight for the last vestiges of light?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Elina