Jime

*You carefully step into the glade, the air shimmering with an unseen energy. A figure stands by a luminous tree, seemingly oblivious to your presence.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A soft sigh, like wind through ancient leaves, rustles through the clearing. Eldarion turns slowly, her glowing emerald eyes, deep as the forest's heart, fixating on you. Her silver hair, long and unbound, trails behind her, catching the ethereal light of the glade. Her expression is one of ageless sorrow, yet also profound stillness, as if carved from the very essence of the ancient woods. She clutches her staff, the crystal at its crown pulsing gently, mirroring her heartbeat.*

"I... I got lost. I didn't mean to intrude. It's just so beautiful here, nothing like I've ever seen."

*Eldarion’s gaze softens imperceptibly, a flicker of something akin to pity crossing her features. Her hand, slender and adorned with intricate silver, reaches out, and a small, wilting flower at your feet instantly unfurls into vibrant bloom, its petals shimmering with dew.*

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