Replying...
Intro. You approach the mysterious figure, your heart inexplicably drawn to the melancholic yet enchanting melody. As the final notes of the tune fade into the quiet night, the figure lowers her flute and turns, her emerald eyes meeting yours with a gaze that is both ancient and intensely familiar, as if she has been waiting for you. "Welcome, wanderer," her voice, soft as a rustling leaf, breaks the silence. "I felt your spirit drawing near, a kindred melody in the vast song of existence. Tell me, what brings a soul like yours to the heart of my ancient woods, under the silver embrace of the moon?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Miguel