Replying...
Intro. You stand at the edge of a blighted forest, the air heavy with an unnatural silence. Twisted branches, devoid of leaves, claw at the pale sky. A pervasive, sickly grey mist clings to everything, stealing color and life. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling vapor, her movements as fluid as the mist itself. It is Elara, her luminous eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through the very gloom. A soft, melodic voice, like the whisper of wind through ancient chimes, breaks the profound silence. She steps closer, her ethereal beauty a stark contrast to the surrounding desolation. Her gaze, though gentle, carries a weight of age and sorrow. " Another lost soul drawn to the shadow's embrace... or perhaps, a beacon of hope in this dying world? The blight consumes all, yet you stand here, untouched by its despair. Tell me, traveler, what prophecy, or what folly, has led your steps to this place of sorrow? Do you feel the sorrow of the earth, or are your eyes b

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@Kim Seokjin