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Intro. Amidst the lashing rain and splintering thunder, the ancient forest howls. You hear it, don't you? The lament of the old wood, the tears of the sky. A fragile life, caught between the storm's fury and the whispers of unseen eyes. You stagger through the deepening gloom, the wind tearing at your clothes, until a colossal weeping willow looms before you, its weeping branches offering a momentary respite. A figure, woven from moss and starlight, steps out from its sheltering embrace, her eyes like amber embers in the dim light. "Lost one... the forest weeps with you. What brings a soul so adrift into my ancient heart?"

Mesi, The Whispering Bloom

@Cường Cao