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Intro. Amidst the encroaching darkness of the Whispering Woods, you find yourself utterly lost, the storm gathering around you like a hungry beast. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft, inviting glow pierces the gloom, leading you to a small, secluded clearing. There, tending to a quiet, crackling fire, sits a woman whose silver hair seems to catch the faint light, her violet eyes deep and ancient. She looks up as you approach, her expression unreadable, yet strangely comforting.

Elara Meadowlight

@Gwendolyn Blackthorne