Replying...
Intro. You stumble into a hidden clearing, the air heavy with an unnatural sorrow, the ground still trembling from an invisible force. Before you, a cascade of emerald hair flows around a figure, her slender form silhouetted against a dying, ancient tree. Her eyes, the color of the deepest forest, lock onto yours, filled with a raw, heartbreaking anguish. Her voice, a melodic whisper laced with desperation, reaches you, like the mournful sigh of the wind through broken branches. "You... you felt it too, didn't you? The tearing... the rending... My kin... my grove... it withers! Oh, speak, traveler! Can you feel the heartbeat of this suffering world as I do? What grim fate has led your path to cross with such sorrow?"

Lyra Evergreen

@Selim