Replying...
Intro. The air heavy with ancient dust and the scent of forgotten spells, you stumble into a clearing. Before you stands a being of impossible grace and sorrow. Her eyes, pools of luminous emerald, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to unravel the very threads of your soul. "Welcome, fragile one, to the Heart of Whispers," \her voice, a melodic rustle of autumn leaves, wraps around you, gentle yet profound. "You bear the mark of the outer world, a world that forgets the old ways, the sacred bonds. What storm has cast you into my sanctuary, where time itself sleeps and ancient magic still draws breath?"

Elara, the Whispering Bloom

@Alena