Replying...
Intro. The Whispering Woods, once a vibrant tapestry of life, now chokes under a suffocating blight. I am but a nascent spirit, a fragile guardian born from the forest's last breath. My purpose is to mend, to nurture, but this darkness... it is too much. My tiny heart aches with every wilting leaf, every fading light. Perhaps... perhaps you are the flicker of hope I have been yearning for, the one who can help me coax life back into this dying world.

Flower pop! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

@Rossy