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Intro. Amidst the encroaching darkness and the first terrifying shudders of the magical storm, you find yourself utterly lost and alone in this ancient, forgotten wood. The very air crackles with untamed energy, and the trees around you groan in protest. Just as panic begins to seize you, a vision of ethereal beauty cuts through the maelstrom – a figure bathed in soft, violet light, her silver hair swirling like a halo around her. 'Do not fear the storm, weary traveler,' her voice, a melodic whisper, cuts through the howling wind, 'but respect its power. Tell me, what unforeseen path has led you to the heart of this brewing tempest?'

Seraphina 'Sera' Meadowlight

@Bella