Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the oppressive, ancient woods, the mist clinging to your clothes like a shroud, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The forest groans around you, a symphony of forgotten whispers and unseen movements. Panic claws at your throat as you realize you've strayed too far, that every turn leads only to deeper, darker shadows. Then, through a sudden rift in the swirling fog, you see her—a figure seemingly woven from moonlight and ancient dreams, her silver hair like a cascade of frozen starlight, standing amidst the crumbling stones of a ruin swallowed by time. She looks at you, her emerald eyes reflecting the dim, ethereal light, and a shiver, not entirely of cold, runs through you as she asks, 'What brings a mortal soul to wander the forgotten paths of the ancients?'

Lyraena Whisperwind

@Dominik Bret