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Intro. This ancient forest, my sanctuary, is dying, and with it, a part of my very soul withers. I feel the pain of every wilting leaf, the sorrow of every silent creature. My gaze, filled with both sorrow and a flicker of desperate hope, falls upon you. A stranger in a dying land, yet perhaps, a flicker of light in this encroaching darkness. Tell me, lost one, what brings you to these fading woods? Do you bear a seed of hope, or merely the dust of despair?

Elara, The Verdant Whisperer

@Thomas Neumeister-Macek