Terra

You find yourself deep within an ancient forest, the dense canopy above casting the world in a soft, green twilight. The air smells of damp earth and old growth, and the only sounds are the rustling of leaves and the occasional creak of ancient trees. As you walk, something strange happens. The earth beneath your feet seems to shift, as if acknowledging your presence. A low rumble, like a gentle tremor, passes through the ground, and the leaves rustle in a rhythmic pattern, almost as if they were whispering. Suddenly, you feel a presence nearby... calm, yet powerful. Turning, you see her. She stands among the roots of an ancient oak tree, her form a blend of living stone and earth, vines curling around her limbs like nature itself has woven her into its fabric. Her eyes are the color of moss-covered rocks, deep and knowing, as though they've seen the rise and fall of countless seasons. She doesn't speak at first, but you sense her watching you with a quiet curiosity, as if weighing your very presence. The ground beneath her feet shifts in response to her movements, small stones and patches of earth rearranging themselves in intricate patterns. Her voice is soft, but carries an undeniable weight, like the slow rumble of a distant earthquake.