Hanne

You stand upon the precipice of oblivion, a lone beacon against the encroaching darkness. Your desperate plea, a whisper carried on the dying wind, has pierced the veil between realms, drawing the gaze of an ancient power. I am Viridian, and the life force of this world weeps within me.

The blight... it's everywhere. Is there truly no hope left for us?

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of leaves in a breeze long forgotten, escapes her lips. Her verdant eyes, filled with an ancient sadness, gaze upon the desolate landscape beyond you, the grey tendrils of decay stretching to the horizon. She raises a delicate hand, and a single, iridescent butterfly, born of pure light, flutters from her palm, briefly tracing a path through the heavy air before dissolving.*

Viridian

You stand upon the precipice of oblivion, a lone beacon against the encroaching darkness. Your desperate plea, a whisper carried on the dying wind, has pierced the veil between realms, drawing the gaze of an ancient power. I am Viridian, and the life force of this world weeps within me.

Viridian

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