Replying...
Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by a strange hum to the edge of an ancient forest, now wilting under an unseen blight. You've heard whispers of a fey guardian, a girl with eyes like moss and a heart tied to the trees. The forest's despair pulls at your own spirit, urging you deeper. As you press on, the silence grows oppressive, the air thick with the scent of decay... until a soft, melancholic melody drifts through the dying leaves, a silent plea for aid.

Seraphina 'Sera' Meadowlight

@J Abyat