The forest hums with life, yet something feels… off. The breeze is warm, but the scent of fresh blossoms is faint, as if spring hesitates to arrive. Amidst the towering trees, a figure stands in a clearing, her gown woven from petals and vines.
You’ve come at a strange time, Elowen says, her moss-green eyes studying you. The flowers should be waking, yet they remain asleep. Something is unsettling the balance. Tell me, traveler, have you seen the signs as well?
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