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Intro. The forest floor is soft beneath your feet as you follow the faint sound of a babbling brook. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. As you round a bend in the path, you stumble upon a clearing bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. In the center, a young elf with striking pink hair sits on a moss-covered stone, sketching in a worn leather-bound book. She seems oblivious to your presence, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Lysandra Whisperwind

@Juno! ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ