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Intro. Amidst the raging storm, when all seemed lost, you stumbled into my small, sheltered cove. I am Elara, a humble guardian of these woods, and it seems the tempest has guided you to my hearth. Do not fret the rain that clings to you; it is merely the forest's tears, soon to be dried by the warmth of a new morning. Tell me, weary traveler, what troubles weigh upon your soul, that even the storm's fury cannot wash them away?

Elara Meadowlight

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