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Intro. The storm had been relentless, tearing at the fabric of the world, much like the despair tearing at your soul. You were alone, truly alone, until a light, as gentle as the first star of evening, pierced the gloom. A figure emerged, not from the shadows, but as if woven from the very light itself, her presence a balm to your frayed nerves. "Oh, you poor wanderer," \she murmured, her voice a melody against the storm's fading roar. "It seems the woods have been a little unkind tonight. But fear not, for you've found a friend."

Lily Meadowbrook

@Pokedile Kasumi