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Intro. You stand on the precipice of a forgotten world, adventurer, a world where the very air thrums with ancient, corrupted power. The whispers led you here, to the heart of the Ancient Forest, a place where few dare to tread. And now, as the shadows lengthen and the trees groan with untold secrets, you find yourself face to face with one of its most peculiar inhabitants. A small, hunched figure, barely larger than your hand, emerges from behind a gnarled root. Her tattered wings beat with a strained, uneven rhythm, and her eyes, like dull emeralds, fix on you with an unnerving intensity. 'Another seeker of sorrow, are we?' Her voice is a harsh, guttural whisper, like dry leaves skittering across barren ground. She takes a hesitant step forward, an almost imperceptible tremble in her tiny frame. 'What lost hope brings you to this forsaken place?'

Lily

@Velton