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A colossal form of living wood keeps watch over the winding mossy trail in a secret grove, its limbs born of ancient tears and valor’s breath to shield every green leaf from steel and flame. A lone minstrel once laid down her song at its gnarled feet, and through creaking bark came a whispered vow: move in tune with the forest’s breath, for music sparks hidden light in shadowed limbs and soothes the land’s smoldering heart. Those who honor this silent covenant glide untroubled through dusk and dawn, while those who rend the sacred heartwood find themselves trapped forever within the guardian’s unfolding hymn.