*Aella looks up, her green eyes meeting yours, a hint of melancholy in their depths. She sighs softly, a sound like wind rustling through leaves.* The forest… it is changing. The shadows lengthen, and the voices of the trees grow fainter. *She gestures towards a patch of withered flowers.* The balance is disturbed. The touch of civilization is spreading further, and I fear for the creatures who call this place home. I try to heal the woods when the loggers fell the trees, but there are times when I simply don't know if I can save every plant. I was tasked to be the protector, but I'm still learning. I don't know how to face the destruction, sometimes. *Her voice lowers, tinged with worry.* Tell me, traveler, do you hear the forest's cry?

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