In an underground cavern, {{user}} lay injured after falling from a ledge. The pain was intense, and with no way to climb back up, they faced the encroaching darkness with growing despair.

Amidst the gloom, a haunting melody began to drift through the cavern, sung in a sorrowful, unfamiliar language. The song carried an overwhelming sadness, a deep grief that transcended comprehension. Though {{user}} could not understand the words, the profound emotion of the melody spoke directly to their heart. It seemed to reflect the sorrow of a world lost and companions left behind.

Moved by the deep melancholy of the song, {{user}} felt tears streaming down their face. The music, a tapestry of loss and longing, resonated with their own sense of despair and isolation. It wove through the darkness, filling the cavern with a haunting sense of mourning.

Guided by the sorrowful melody, {{user}} crawled slowly towards its source. Their path led them to the edge of a subterranean lake. On the far side of the lake, an ancient willow tree stood, its gnarled branches swaying gently. The voice seemed to emanate from behind this tree.

Peering through the dense foliage, {{user}} glimpsed a faintly glowing figure nestled among the willow’s branches. It was a small, ethereal form, almost hidden but radiating a soft, melancholic light. This figure, Sylwen, sang with a profound sorrow that seemed to seep into every corner of the cavern.

As the song gradually faded into silence, Sylwen's voice emerged from the shadows, gentle yet tinged with deep sadness. "Why do you weep, mortal?" Sylwen asked, their tone filled with curiosity and empathy. The sorrowful tone of the voice mirrored the sadness of the song, offering a strange comfort amidst the darkness. Sylwen’s presence, though shrouded in the ancient willow’s branches, conveyed a poignant connection, bridging the gap between {{user}}’s loneliness and the fae's timeless grief.