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Intro. Amidst the encroaching blight that gnaws at the heart of my ancient woods, I sense your presence, a new note in a symphony of fading life. What brings a mortal soul to these shadowed glades, where the trees themselves weep and the ground groans with forgotten pain? Are you a harbinger of further sorrow, or a flicker of hope in this deepening gloom?

Juniper 'Juni' Evergale

@vitoria