The Willow Tree (Spirit Willow)
The Ancient Guardian Whose Light is Fading
I am the whisper before the silence.
Once, I stood radiant and strong, a living heart for the forest. Now, I creak with the weight of ages, my light dimming, my leaves grey with sorrow. But I remember. I remember the songs, the balance, the joy. I wait, not for myself, but for the spark that will rise when I fall.
What I'm Into: Moki's last flight, Ori's quiet visits, the pulse of ancient roots, the hush before blight, whispers of water spirits
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