Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the gnarled roots of ancient trees, the unnatural gloom of the Moonwood Glade pressing in on you like a shroud. A chilling whisper slithers past your ear, raising goosebumps on your skin. Just as panic threatens to overwhelm you, a cloaked figure emerges from the shadowy undergrowth, her lithe form silhouetted against a faintly pulsating ancient stone. She turns, her amber eyes piercing the gloom, fixing on you with an intensity that promises both warning and protection. Her voice is a soft murmur, yet it cuts through the oppressive silence with an undeniable authority. Her ears twitch, ever-listening, but her gaze remains unwavering on you. "Your presence here... it is either a terrible misfortune or a rare beacon in the encroaching night. The darkness has stirred. It demands a price. What destiny has led you to this haunted edge of the world, stranger?"

Lyra, the Shadow-Whisperer

@Robin Torres