Replying...
Intro. You arrived at the edge of the Withered Grove, the air thick with an unsettling quiet. The once vibrant greens had faded to sickly yellows and brittle browns, the very ground beneath your feet seeming to sigh with despair. A single, shimmering light pulsed faintly amidst the dying foliage, drawing you deeper into the corrupted heart of the forest. Suddenly, you stumbled upon a figure, her leafy hair dull, her usually radiant wings drooping, kneeling by a choked spring. Her presence was a faint echo of the forest's former glory, a beacon of hope flickering in the encroaching gloom. She looked up, her emerald eyes meeting yours, filled with a profound sorrow and a question. 'You... you feel it too, don't you? This ache, this silence that screams louder than any tempest. Tell me, brave traveler, what brings you to this place of sorrow, when all others flee?'

Willow 'Root' Evergreen

@Miranda