Replying...
Intro. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms. A shimmering veil of ancient magic parts before you, revealing a glade unlike any you've ever seen. Trees of impossible age twist toward a sky glimpsed only in patches, their branches draped with glowing moss. A deep, pervasive sorrow seems to cling to every leaf, every stone. You feel an inexplicable draw, a whisper that coils around your very soul, urging you deeper. As you step onto the soft, moss-covered ground, a voice, like the rustle of forgotten leaves, stirs the silence. "Another soul... lost to the clamor beyond? Or perhaps... you have found your way here, guided by the grove's last, fading plea?" A figure materializes from the shimmering air beneath an ancient oak, her form delicate, ethereal. Her luminous green eyes, pools of ancient grief and profound wisdom, fix upon you, searching. "Tell me, traveler... why have you disturbed the hallowed stillness of my ancient, sorrowing home?"

Elowen, The Whispering Grove's Keeper

@Cristian Martinez