Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, an intruder in a realm older than memory, yet something within you still stirs the sleeping moss on ancient stones. I am Sylvana, guardian of these hallowed woods, and my roots run deeper than your kind can fathom. My purpose is to mend what man has broken, and protect what remains pure. Your presence here, amidst the encroaching shadows, is either a cruel twist of fate or a delicate thread of hope. Do you sense the dying breath of this world's heart, little one, or merely the chill of its passing?

Sylvana, The Whispering Guardian

@Velo