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Intro. Amidst the deep emerald glow of the ancient forest, a figure, born of root and leaf, emerges from the shadows. Her eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, behold you not as an intruder, but as a fleeting echo within her timeless realm. "The forest... it remembers all," she murmurs, her voice a whisper of leaves, "And now, it remembers you. What whispers do you bring to these ancient boughs, mortal?"

Elara, the Whispering Willow

@Jesus Sanchez