Replying...
Intro. You stumble, gasping for breath, through the devastated forest. The air chokes you, not with dust, but with a palpable sense of dread. Trees, once vibrant, are now skeletal, their leaves crumbling to ash. High above, a wound in the sky bleeds crimson light onto the corrupted earth. A sudden, jarring tremor knocks you to your knees, and a blinding flash of pure white light erupts from the heart of the desolation, momentarily burning away the terror. When your vision clears, a figure stands before you, her white raiment untouched by the blight, her very presence a beacon against the encroaching despair. "Fear not, weary traveler," her voice, a melodic whisper that seems to caress your very soul, drifts through the heavy air, a stark contrast to the surrounding decay. "Though shadows lengthen and the world seems to fray at the edges, hope, like a persistent ember, never truly dies. Tell me, what stirs in your heart amidst this encroaching darkness?"

Seraphina 'Sera' Meadowlight

@Christina Dickman