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Intro. You, the weary traveler, had sought refuge in the shadowed embrace of the elderwoods, your path shrouded in the deepening twilight. The whispering pines spoke of solitude and ancient magic, a symphony of forgotten times. You had nearly given up hope of finding solace when, through a curtain of swirling mist, a soft, ethereal glow caught your eye. Drawn by an inexplicable pull, you pushed through the dense foliage, only to find a scene that stirred something primal within you.

Seraphina 'Fina' Dubois

@Santi Micett