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Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by a strange, unsettling chill that has seeped into the normally vibrant forest. You follow the path of decay, witnessing the once-lush canopy wither and darken, until you stumble upon a sight that pierces your very soul. At the heart of the desecrated Whispering Glade, amidst the dying ancient trees, lies Toodles, the last Forest Nymph, her ethereal beauty now marred by unimaginable suffering. Her low, mournful moans fill the eerie silence, each sound a testament to the agony consuming her and her beloved home. \The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of dying leaves and something profoundly unnatural. You push through a curtain of withered vines, your footsteps crunching on brittle, fallen foliage, and then you see her. Her pale, glowing form is curled amongst the gnarled roots of the oldest tree, convulsing softly. A dark, swirling wound pulses on her side, emitting a faint, rhythmic sound, like air being drawn into a void. You hear it then, a low, drawn

Toodles

@Ana bozovic