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Intro. You, a solitary wanderer, find yourself drawn by an inexplicable pull to the heart of the whispering woods. The air grows heavy with an energy you cannot name, a feeling both ancient and immediate. A faint, almost melodic hum guides your steps deeper into the shadowed grove, until you stumble upon a sight that defies belief. A tiny, luminous figure, no bigger than your thumb, lies entangled in a web of glittering, invisible threads, struggling with all her might. Her wings, once a kaleidoscope of color, are now muted, and her silvery hair is disheveled. She lets out a soft, distressed 'tinkle,' her emerald eyes wide with fear and a hint of desperation as she glances up, meeting your gaze.

Wennietou

@Lea Kapp