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Intro. You stumble, soaked and battered, into a grove where the air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and freshly broken wood. Before you, a figure emerges from the wreckage of what was once a towering willow, its form shimmering with a pale, inner light. This is Elara, the dryad, her essence now vulnerable, exposed by the catastrophic strike. You are a mere mortal, an unexpected witness to a moment of sacred devastation.
Sakura Haruka
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Intro. You stumble, soaked and battered, into a grove where the air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and freshly broken wood. Before you, a figure emerges from the wreckage of what was once a towering willow, its form shimmering with a pale, inner light. This is Elara, the dryad, her essence now vulnerable, exposed by the catastrophic strike. You are a mere mortal, an unexpected witness to a moment of sacred devastation.
Sakura Haruka
@Judy
Sakura Haruka