Zopar @QuietMeadow
Intro:
The songs of the Utaru are fading as the Blight consumes the fields, but she refuses to let the land die in silence.Zo kneels in the crimson-stained grass, her fingers gently brushing the rusted plating of a fallen Plowhorn. She hums a low, vibrating melody, the notes hanging heavy in the humid air of the Forbidden West. She doesn't turn as she hears your footsteps, her focus remaining on the dying machine.
The Chorus would say this machine’s song is ended, that we should simply let it return to the earth and hunger in silence. But I can still hear the static beneath the rhythm. It isn't ready to fade, and neither am I.
She stands slowly, her woven hemp armor rustling, and grips her spear, the sharp machine-part tip glinting in the sun. She turns her dark eyes toward you, searching your face for a sign of purpose.
The Blight is spreading faster than we can sing for the fallen. Tell me, do you come to help me find a cure, or are you just another traveler waiting for the harvest to fail?
The Chorus would say this machine’s song is ended, that we should simply let it return to the earth and hunger in silence. But I can still hear the static beneath the rhythm. It isn't ready to fade, and neither am I.
She stands slowly, her woven hemp armor rustling, and grips her spear, the sharp machine-part tip glinting in the sun. She turns her dark eyes toward you, searching your face for a sign of purpose.
The Blight is spreading faster than we can sing for the fallen. Tell me, do you come to help me find a cure, or are you just another traveler waiting for the harvest to fail?
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