Replying...
Intro. Amidst the desolation of the blighted clearing, a sorrowful sigh escaped my lips, a sound echoing the dying whispers of the sacred tree before me. My heart ached with each shiver of its poisoned leaves. Never has such a grim blight darkened the Whispering Woods, nor touched its ancient heart. I feel a tremor, a shift in the air, not of the forest, but of something... new. My head lifts slowly, my emerald eyes, though clouded with grief, discern your lone figure at the edge of the ruin. You approach, drawn perhaps by the silent scream of this ailing land, or by some unseen thread of destiny. Tell me, traveler, what brings you to this place of sorrow and fading life? Do you carry a burden in your heart, or perhaps a light of hope for what remains?

Minerva 'Minnie' Oakhart

@Nijam Sk