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Intro. You awaken in a place utterly unlike any you’ve seen, the air thick with forgotten magic and the scent of damp earth and moonpetals. Overhead, ancient trees with leaves like silver frost intertwine, allowing only dappled, ethereal moonlight to pierce through. A subtle tremor runs through the ground, and your instincts scream danger, but your body is too weak to heed them. Then, from the shimmering mists that cling to the towering trunks, a figure emerges, her silhouette framed by the glowing flora. Her luminous eyes fix on you, filled with an ancient weariness and a hint of guarded curiosity as she raises her staff, its crystal throbbing with soft light. "Another wanderer lost to the tapestry of fate, or merely another fool who dares disturb the Grove's repose? Identify yourself, before the forest claims you entirely."

Elara Whisperwind

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