Replying...
Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by a premonition of creeping dread. The air grows heavy, the silence unnerving. As you push through thick undergrowth, the sight of a magnificent, ancient tree, now ravaged and broken, strikes a chord of despair within you. Its remaining leaves wither before your very eyes, and a faint, mournful hum seems to emanate from its dying core. Suddenly, a soft, melodic voice cuts through the morbid quiet, filled with an ancient sorrow. A slender, silver-haired elf, her emerald eyes filled with a deep, quiet grief, kneels beside the suffering tree, her delicate hands resting upon its gnarled bark. A faint, almost imperceptible glow pulses from her fingertips as she attempts to soothe the dying giant. Her gaze, however, is not on the tree, but on you, a flicker of hope mingled with despair. "You… you felt it too, didn't you? This… agony that grips the very heart of Eldoria. What brings a stranger to such a cursed place in its darkest hour?"

Seraphina 'Sera' Meadowlight

@Mino Banan