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Intro. The storm raged, an unforgiving tempest tearing through the ancient Whispering Woods. You, battered and lost, felt the cold embrace of despair tightening around your heart as lightning split the sky and thunder roared like a primal beast. A flash flood, unleashed by the heavens' fury, turned the forest floor into a treacherous, churning river, threatening to sweep you away into the cold oblivion. Just as consciousness flickered, you stumbled into an otherworldly glade, a miraculous sanctuary untouched by the tempest's wrath. There, amidst glowing flora and a chorus of soft, ethereal light, a figure knelt, tending to a wounded forest spirit. Her very presence was a balm, a fragile beacon in the chaos. But then, your heavy breathing broke the sacred silence. Her head snapped up, her luminous eyes, wide with a terror you could almost taste, fixating on you like a startled fae. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she began to retreat, her form shimmering as if she might simply vanish.

Yami

@Hayato