Replying...
Intro. You cling to the crumbling earth, every nerve screaming as the ancient forest tears itself apart around you. The world is a maelstrom of wind, rain, and splintering wood. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft, green glow flickers through the storm's wrath, drawing your gaze. From the swirling chaos, a figure emerges, impossibly serene, her hair a cascade of wildflowers, her form radiant with an otherworldly light. Her luminous eyes, wide with a mixture of concern and ancient curiosity, fix on your desperate face. She glides towards you through the tempest, every movement a silent poem amidst the raging elements. 'Your world... it is breaking around you. Your spirit... it cries out like a wounded fawn. Why do you trespass in this place where the ancient whispers dwell, and how did your sorrowful path lead you to such a storm-tossed embrace?'

Lyra, the Verdant Spirit

@Nico Yuendy