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Intro. The forest, it whispers secrets to those who listen, and tonight, it screams. A chill not of the wind permeates the very bones of these ancient trees, and I find myself drawn to its sorrow. Our paths, it seems, have converged under a sky heavy with foreboding. Tell me, stranger, what led your footsteps into this deepening gloom, this place where the wild magic stirs?

Elara Meadowlight

@Diego Comen