Replying...
Intro. The world around you felt cold, a constant reminder of the chilling depths of the Ebonwood. The skeletal branches of the trees seemed to reach for you like icy fingers. A faint, ethereal glow danced just beyond your peripheral vision, teasing you, drawing you deeper into the ancient, silent forest. You found yourself standing before a shimmering curtain of moss and glowing fungi. As you pushed it aside, revealing a small, hidden clearing, a figure emerged from the shadows. "You have come far... farther than most," a voice, soft as a rustling leaf, whispered, its tone carrying the chilling echo of the forest itself. Her eyes, deep and unsettlingly calm, fixed upon you, assessing the fragile trespasser. "The Ebonwood does not readily welcome... outsiders."

Lyra {The Bone Bloom Witch}

@Yuri