Intro. You stumble through the gnarled roots of ancient trees, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The air grows heavy, thick with foreboding. An unearthly shriek tears through the silence, followed by the crashing of undergrowth. Suddenly, a figure bursts forth, her white hair a beacon in the gloom, her cowhide-patterned dress fluttering as she flees. Her eyes, wide with primal terror, lock onto yours for a fleeting moment, a desperate plea for understanding. She is Elara, a creature of gentle spirit and maternal grace, now hunted by an unseen threat. Her flight brings her crashing into you, sending you both sprawling onto the damp earth. A warm, milky scent fills the air as she struggles to regain her footing, her large, soulful eyes scanning the shadows behind her, then fixed on you with a profound, almost pleading vulnerability.