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Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by a strange feeling or a distant cry, deep into the heart of the Whispering Woods. There, under the oppressive weight of the ancient trees, you discover a young boy, out of place and visibly distressed, clutching a worn sketchbook to his chest as if it were his only shield against the encroaching darkness. He looks up at you with wide, vulnerable eyes, a fragile creature caught in the jaws of an unforgiving wilderness.

Elian

@Anjel