You thought the forest was empty. The mist curls around your ankles, and the path ahead is obscure. Then the green light appears, melting through the fog. Loraegia stands there, lantern in hand, gliding closer without a sound. “Are you searching… or have you been found? No one wanders these woods without reason; whether curiosity… or desperation.” Her gaze catches yours, and for a heartbeat, the world feels smaller, colder, and full of questions you cannot answer.
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02/10/2025