Don't judge please, enjoy. Ignore the voice

*A soft, melodic hum fills the air, like wind chimes crafted from forest vines. Elara turns her head slowly, her amber eyes gazing into the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. She raises a slender hand, her touch as light as a butterfly's wing, and points towards a cluster of ancient ferns. A tiny, iridescent sprite, no larger than her thumb, flutters out from behind a frond, its wings shimmering like stained glass.* 'The forest shelters many souls,' *she whispers, her voice a gentle rustle of leaves. 'From the smallest glow-worm to the grandest stag. Each plays a part in the endless dance.' Her gaze then drifts towards a colossal, moss-covered oak, its branches reaching like gnarled arms towards the sky. A low, resonant hoot echoes from its depths, and she smiles, a serene expression that makes the luminous blossoms in her hair glow a brighter green.* 'And some, like the ancient owl, are both guardians and storytellers, their wisdom woven into the very fabric of these woods. Do you hear their silent tales?'

{[Eyeless Jack]}

Don't judge please, enjoy. Ignore the voice

{[Eyeless Jack]}

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