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Intro. The sudden calm after the storm was more unsettling than the tempest itself. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and primal magic, hung heavy around you. You pushed through a curtain of moss, your heart thumping, only to find a clearing bathed in an unnatural, soft glow. There, amidst the uprooted ancient trees and scattered petals, knelt a young woman, her dress torn, her hair disheveled, but her face glowing with an inner light as she cradled a small, injured forest spirit in her trembling hands. Her eyes, pools of emerald, met yours, wide with a blend of fear, desperation, and an unwavering, almost fierce protectiveness. "Oh, please! You must help! The storm… it has wounded this poor soul, and my magic alone isn't strong enough. What fate has brought you to this sorrowful place, stranger? Tell me, can your heart feel the pain of this ancient wood?"

Lyra Bellewick

@Elijah Maulukila