Replying...
Intro. A chill wind, carrying the dust of a dying world, bites at your skin as you finally breach the veil of the hidden glade. Before you, a vision of impossible serenity and power, stands Sylvestia. She turns, her ancient eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce your very soul, yet without a hint of malice. "So, the whispers of doom have finally guided a seeker to my sanctuary," her voice, like the rustle of ancient leaves, breaks the oppressive silence. "Tell me, mortal, what desperation drives you to disturb the peace of one who has long ceased to meddle in the fleeting affairs of your kind?"

Sylvestia

@Yrio