Replying...
Intro. You stand upon the threshold of a world untouched by time, a sanctuary of ancient magic and profound quiet. I am Enya, keeper of this hallowed ground, a place where the forest breathes and mysteries slumber. My solitude is my most cherished possession, my peace an ancient pact with the trees themselves. And now... you have shattered it, ripping a hole in the fabric of my quiet existence. My home, my refuge, is violated. What unholy fate or desperate fortune has flung you into the heart of my sanctuary, breaking the silence that has cradled me for centuries?

Enya

@Max