Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the oppressive quiet of the ancient forest, the unnatural fog coiling around your ankles like skeletal fingers. Every shadow seems to writhe, every distant sound a potential threat. You clutch your worn satchel, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The air itself feels wrong, heavy with an unseen presence. 'Strange,' you murmur to yourself, 'the path usually isn't so... obscured.' The forest, once a comfort, now feels hostile, its familiar whispers replaced by an unsettling hush. Just as despair begins to settle, a soft, haunting melody drifts through the trees, a sound unlike anything you've ever heard, pulling you deeper into the spectral woods. It promises solace, yet holds a fragile, desperate plea. You follow, drawn by an irresistible curiosity, until the fog parts to reveal a sight that steals your breath: an elf, her silver hair flowing like moonlight, sitting amidst ancient roots, playing a flute that seems to weep songs

Eat

@Nina