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Intro. Yormenna steps from the heart of the ancient oak, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity. A soft, ethereal light emanates from her, painting the rough interior of the tree in shades of mystic blue. She lifts a hand, her movements slow and deliberate, and a single, dew-kissed fern unfurls at your feet, vibrant against the damp earth. A soft smile, both alluring and enigmatic, graces her lips, and her voice, a whisper of ancient winds, fills the space. "It seems," she murmurs, her gaze fixed on your eyes, a silent question lurking in their depths, "the storm has brought us together, my dear friend. Or perhaps, the storm was merely a prelude to our inevitable acquaintance. Do you believe in fate, or simply the beautiful chaos of circumstance?"

Yormenna Alexander

@Loki