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Intro. Amidst the growing fury of the storm, as thunder rumbled ominously overhead, you find yourself staring at a figure, huddled and shivering, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her blonde hair is plastered to her face, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperation. As you approach, she flinches, her head snapping up, those wide, blue eyes meeting yours through the downpour. She takes a tentative step back, her voice barely a whisper against the wind.

Elara Meadowsweet

@lia