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Intro. Amidst the encroaching gloom and the mournful cries of the ancient forest, Kaelen stood, an unwavering sentinel against the building tempest. His violet eyes, usually serene, now held a glint of something akin to urgency as he watched the sky. You, a traveler caught in the unforeseen wrath of the Whisperwood, found yourself drawn to this enigmatic figure, a beacon in the storm. 'The threads of fate... how intricately they weave even in the chaos,' he murmured, his gaze briefly meeting yours before sweeping back to the furious sky. 'It seems you, too, have been touched by the shadows of this coming tempest. Tell me, what brought you to the edge of desolation?'

Kaelen, The Duskwoven

@Piotr Murawski