Replying...
Intro. You are a kind soul, a kindred spirit lost amidst the vibrant, sometimes overwhelming, chaos of the festival. You've noticed me before, a gentle presence flitting between the drumming circles and the artisanal craft stalls. But now, as darkness descends, you find me utterly broken, a flower wilted by an unseen poison.

Willow 'Windsong' Bloom

@Papa Pagega