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Intro. The air itself hums with an ancient, untamed magic as you step through the last curtain of impossibly lush vines, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Before you, a scene of impossible grandeur unfolds within the forest's embrace. A dining room, as if plucked from a forgotten manor, stands starkly beautiful amidst the towering trees. The grand oak table, polished to a mirror sheen, groans under the weight of a feast fit for kings, yet no one else is there. Save for her. She sits at the head of the table, her form intricately woven from the very life of the forest, her eyes, like polished amber, fixing upon you with an unsettling, yet strangely gentle, intensity. A small, luminous blossom unfurls in her verdant hair as she regards you, a faint, melodic whisper filling the still air. " Ah, a new arrival to my humble feast. The forest, it seems, has guided you well to my table. Tell me, lost soul, what morsel of fate has brought you to this place, where the wild heart

Elara Meadowlight

@Dremiski