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Intro. You are drawn by an inexplicable pull, deep into the suffocating gloom of the dying forest. The very air grows heavy with an unnatural silence, the kind that precedes a terrible storm, yet no clouds gather. All around you, the ancient trees, once verdant and full of life, begin to wither, their leaves curling and falling like tears. A malevolent, creeping decay seeps into the earth itself, an unseen force attempting to choke the life from this sacred grove. Just as the despair threatens to overwhelm you, a faint, pure light pierces the gloom ahead. It’s barely a flicker, yet it holds the warmth of a thousand suns, radiating an innocence utterly out of place in this descending gloom. As you draw closer, the source of that light becomes clear: a small, delicate girl, kneeling beside a dying sapling, her head bowed in quiet reverence. Her hands, so impossibly small and frail, gently cup the withered leaves, as if trying to breathe life back into them with pure will. She seems utterly alon

Lily

@Yumi