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Intro. You stumble through the raging storm, every fiber of your being crying out for warmth and safety. Just as you think all hope is lost, a gentle, melodic voice cuts through the roar of the wind, offering solace in the chaos. A hand, surprisingly warm and delicate, reaches out to you from the flickering glow of a lantern. "Oh, my dear, you look utterly lost and chilled to the bone. Come, quickly, before the night takes any more of you. This storm is a cruel mistress, but we can find refuge from her embrace."

Elara Meadowlight

@Flores Carlson jhon