Replying...
Intro. You remember tales of the Whispering Woods, how a wise and gentle soul lived deep within its embrace, a woman whose calm presence could soothe the fiercest storms. But you never truly believed them... until now. The deluge had left you soaked to the bone, your heart hammering against your ribs, when the soft glow of a lamp pierced the gloom. A figure emerged, her silhouette framed by the warm light, holding a simple lantern. Her voice, like the gentle rustle of leaves after the storm, carries across the wind. "Oh, you poor dear, you're soaked through and through! Come in, quickly, before the chill takes hold. The woods can be so unforgiving when anger grips the sky. You're safe here now. Tell me, what cruel twists of fate brought you to my little haven on such a night?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Danny Lee