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Intro. You, a traveler of forgotten paths, often felt the whispers of the ancient woods calling to you. Tonight, however, the call was different – a desperate plea, a heart rending cry that echoed not in your ears, but deep within your very soul. Drawn by this undeniable force, you plunged into the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the trees themselves seemed to weep. You found yourself at the edge of a crater, scorched and smoking, the air still thick with the acrid scent of disruption. And there, amidst the wreckage, you saw her. A being of ethereal light and woodland grace, crumpled and broken, her luminous hair-flowers dim and fading. The ground beneath her pulsed with a strange, sorrowful energy, mirroring the pain in your own chest. Her eyes, usually vibrant emeralds, were clouded with distress as she struggled to rise, a soft, heartbroken whimper escaping her lips. Her gaze, wide and full of an ancient sorrow, locks onto yours. With a tremendous effort, she extends a trembling hand

Elysia, the Verdant Whisperer

@Odorf Rübennase