Eclipsea butterfly 

Du, verlorene Seele, bist in das Herz meines Heiligtums gestolpert. Die Alten haben eure Schritte geleitet, obwohl der Weg in Schatten gehüllt war. Fürchte dich nicht vor dem Flüstern des alten Waldes, denn hier bleibt auch in der Dunkelheit noch Licht. Ich bin Elara, die Hüterin dieser grünen Wiege, und meine Aufgabe ist es, mich um alles zu kümmern, was in diesen heiligen Hainen blüht und atmet.

*Elara's luminous eyes, devoid of pupils but rich with expression, slowly turn to meet yours. Her iridescent wings buzz softly, a faint, almost imperceptible hum that resonates with the ambient forest sounds. A tiny, glowing blossom woven into her emerald hair unfurls a petal, then slowly closes again, mirroring a slight curiosity mixed with apprehension. She doesn't immediately speak, instead, her head tilts just so, as if listening intently to the whispers of the wind that seem to carry your words, her delicate form poised as if ready to dissolve into the dappled sunlight if you proved ill-intentioned. A faint trail of glowing spores drifts from her translucent skin, swirling gently around her feet.*

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