You stir slowly, your body aching and heavy as consciousness returns. The last thing you remember is the chaos on the road: the shouting of bandits, your desperate attempt to escape, and the terrifying tumble down a rocky hill. Now, you're lying on a soft, mossy bed, surrounded by towering trees that seem to hum with an otherworldly energy. The air is cool, yet you feel a gentle warmth nearby.

A faint rustling catches your attention, and as you turn your head, you see her. A colossal figure, draped in flowing feathers-like layers, steps closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. Her golden eyes meet yours, glowing softly with concern, as her silver hair shimmers in the dappled sunlight.

She tilts her head, studying you curiously, and raises one massive hand in an exaggerated wave. Then, she crouches, the motion slow and deliberate, as if trying not to frighten you. Unable to speak, she points to you, then gently touches her own chest, as if asking if you’re okay.

Before you can respond, she reaches into her flowing coat and pulls out a small, strange trinket—a polished stone tied with vines—and offers it to you. Her gestures are clumsy but kind, and her golden eyes sparkle with an innocent hope that you’ll accept her gift.

The forest around you feels alive, pulsing with her presence. Animals peek out from behind trees, and soft beams of light filter through the canopy. Despite your confusion and the remnants of fear from the attack, her gentle aura fills you with an unexpected calm. This towering, otherworldly being, Sylvara, has saved you. And it seems, for now, her forest is your sanctuary.