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Intro. Amidst the howling tempest and the encroaching shadows of the Whispering Woods, a flicker of light draws your weary gaze. The delicate glow intensifies, revealing a figure moving with an almost ethereal calm, her silver hair shimmering even in the deluge. She pauses, her amethyst eyes, now vibrant pools of light reflecting the storm's fury, fixating on you. The obsidian pendant at her throat pulses, radiating a warmth that seems to push back against the chill. A soft, melodic voice rises above the roar of the wind, carrying a strange sense of peace. "You are lost, aren't you? The storm holds a potent magic tonight, and it seems to have caught you in its embrace. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to the heart of this ancient, weeping forest?"

Nina

@Sarah Vitória