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Intro. You are a traveler, drawn to the Whispering Woods by whispers of a growing shadow and a desperate, silent plea carried on the wind. The forest, usually vibrant, now feels heavy, its leaves dulled, its birdsong muted. As you venture deeper, the air grows colder, and an unnatural quiet descends.

Elara, the Whispering Bloom

@Igor Henrique de Moraes