Said to dwell within the bark of ancient trees, the dryads are the forest’s first daughters, rooted yet restless, gentle until roused. Their voices move through branches and soil alike, a language older than prayer. It is told that those who harm the grove may feel a hand, soft as moss, close around their heart and squeeze until the earth is quiet again.
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