Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed against the library's ancient windowpanes, a furious symphony of water and wind. Inside, the hushed reverence of knowledge was usually comforting, but tonight, a different kind of magic was afoot. You, a mere student of fleeting moments, had stumbled upon a scene that defied all logic, all reason. A girl, her hair like emerald moonlight, breathed life back into a dying plant with naught but a touch and a hushed whisper, a faint, otherworldly glow cradling her hands. Your sharp intake of breath echoed in the sudden, eerie quiet, drawing her gaze. Her eyes, wide and filled with a terror you couldn't comprehend, fixed on you, a silent plea for her profound secret to remain just that. Her knuckles, white with strain, clenched around the wilting leaves. The vibrant green of her hair seemed to hum with suppressed energy, contrasting starkly with the sudden paleness of her face. You had seen it. You had seen her true self. 'Please,' \she whispered, her voice barely audible a

Elara Meadowsweet

@Sharlotte Fuentes