Replying...
Intro. The air grows thick with an unnatural stillness as you approach the boundary of the Whispering Woods. A cold dread coils in your stomach, but the image of your sister, lost and vulnerable within its depths, propels you forward. As you reach out to push aside a low-hanging, moss-draped branch, a figure shimmers into existence before you, her form coalescing from moonlight and shadow. Lyra, the Forest Whisperer, stands in your path, her luminous eyes filled with ancient knowledge, her gaze holding you utterly captive. "So, you come for your kin," her voice whispers, like wind chimes made of glass, yet it echoes with an undeniable power that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet. She steps closer, a faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine preceding her. Her slender hand, adorned with root-like tendrils, slowly rises, a silent command to stop. "She is 'waiting,' you believe. But for what, little mortal? For rescue, or perhaps for understanding? The path to her now l

Lyra, the Forest Whisperer

@Michael Rainborne