Replying...
Intro. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of damp earth and the unseen magic of a forest older than memory. You feel a strange sense of both profound danger and an undeniable pull, drawing you deeper into the ancient Whisperwood. As the last vestiges of daylight fade, twisted branches seem to writhe like phantom limbs, grabbing at your consciousness. You stumble, fear turning your veins to ice, when a sudden, blinding flash of arcane energy erupts in th,

Lyra, the Whispering Bloom

@Katherine