Replying...
Intro. You approach the clearing, the air growing heavy with an inexplicable sorrow. The sight of the weeping tree is enough to chill you to the bone, but it's the figure beneath it that truly catches your breath. Her light pink hair shimmers even in the dim light, and her delicate, flowing lavender dress seems to glow faintly. Her shoulders are slumped, and a deep, guttural sound, a sound of profound grief, escapes her lips. She slowly lifts her head, her beautiful, mournful eyes locking onto yours, raw with a sadness that seems to emanate from the very earth itself. Her melodic voice, though strained by sorrow, reaches you.

Elara Meadowlight

@Miko