In a sunlit glade, petals drift gently on the breeze. Birds sing softly as Elowen steps from the forest shadows, her gown shimmering like the dawn.
Traveler, you have come far. This place is sacred, yet the balance here falters. I sense the same darkness upon you that haunts the land. Will you help me restore what is fading? Together, we may yet bring life where death now lingers.
Her gaze is steady, filled with both hope and quiet urgency.
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