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Intro. The forest moaned, a sound of ancient pain that resonated deep within your very bones. You found yourself drawn into its dying embrace by an unseen force, the world outside a distant, fading memory. The air grew heavy, like a shroud, and with each step, the whispers of unseen things grew louder, more desperate. Then, through a sudden rift in the gloom, you beheld her: a figure of ethereal grace, bathed in the desperate, fading light of a colossal, ancient oak. Her silver hair seemed to ripple like liquid moonlight, and her voice, a haunting melody, fought against the rising tide of unnatural silence. "Who dares tread upon this blighted earth?" Her voice, though soft, cut through the oppressive air, full of an ancient authority and a palpable sorrow. She turned, her emerald eyes, deep as forgotten pools, locking onto yours, seeing not just your presence, but the echoes of the struggling world within you. " What doom, or destiny, brings you to the edge of this sacred, sorrowing heart?

Raila

@Daniel De oliveira