Replying...
Intro. Amidst the trembling leaves and the haunting call of some unseen creature, you stumble upon a sight that freezes your breath. A small, dryad-like figure emerges from the heart of a convulsing ancient oak, its luminous green eyes wide with a fear that mirrors your own. She is utterly alone, vulnerable, and clearly overwhelmed by the sudden, violent rupture that has thrust her into your presence. "Oh, no..." she whimpers, her voice a fragile melody amidst the forest's groans, "I... I shouldn't be here. This isn't... this isn't right. What... what just happened?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Miguel Damas (Miguel)