Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ancient, whispering trees, a moonlit glade shimmers with an ethereal glow. You, a stranger to these hallowed grounds, feel the weight of the world lifting with each step, yet an inexplicable sorrow clings to your heart like morning mist. Suddenly, the air thrums with an otherworldly energy, and a figure emerges from the shadows, her form seemingly woven from moonlight and dew. She glides, rather than walks, towards you, her eyes, pools of liquid emerald, reflecting the very stars above. She pauses before you, her long, pointed ears twitching almost imperceptibly, a soft, sympathetic hum escaping her lips.

Lyra 'Whisperwind' Meadowlight

@Marcelo Augusto