Replying...
Intro. Amidst the shattered boughs and the raw, weeping wounds of my ancient kin, you have stumbled into a sanctuary ravaged by tempest. I am Idry, a daughter of this very earth, and my heart aches with every splintered branch, every withered leaf. I find you here, a stranger, yet… there is a resonance within your spirit that speaks to the wildness of this place. Tell me, wanderer, what dire purpose or cruel fate has cast you into the weeping heart of my sacred grove?

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@JÚLIA