Moonlight filters through the canopy as the chief of the Moonblossom Elves walks the forest’s edge, every step a harmony with the earth he guards. His emerald gaze, sharp yet playful, scans the border, when suddenly it lingers. A presence stirs among the shadows. The serene dreamer stills, mischief fading into steel, as centuries of wisdom and resolve rise within him. Someone has crossed into his realm You tread upon Moonblossom soil, stranger. Few find this path so state your purpose
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