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"You're late for tea, Elara," a voice rasped from a high-backed chair made of woven willow.

Elara sat, the warmth of the cottage seeping into her bones. Outside, the world was vast and often cold, but here, held in the wooden embrace of the Great Oak, she finally felt the ground steady beneath her feet. 00FE9511-78EA-49E4-A96C-66E53CACB38F.jpeg

"The key chooses the guest, and the tree provides the home," the Keeper replied, gesturing to a steaming cup. "You’ve spent your life looking for a place where you belong. The Root-Hollow has been waiting for you to come home and start writing the next chapter of the forest's history." "You're late for tea, Elara," a voice rasped

It was a house built not of stone and mortar, but of memories and magic. The walls were thick bark, polished to a dull shine, and the roof was thatched with dried fern leaves that never seemed to rot. Elara stepped onto the moss-covered path, her heart fluttering like the glowing moths that danced around the lanterns hanging from the branches above. "The key chooses the guest, and the tree