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The ancient forest of Elderwood whispered secrets in the pre-dawn darkness, its towering oaks and silver birches swaying gently in the cool breeze that carried the scent of moss and morning dew. Lyra Moonweaver stepped carefully along the winding path, her midnight-blue robes rustling softly against the fallen leaves that carpeted the forest floor. The crystal pendant at her throat pulsed with a gentle luminescence, casting ethereal shadows that danced between the trees like living spirits.

She had been traveling for three days now, seeking the legendary Starfall Grove where the ancient texts claimed the most powerful healing herbs grew beneath the light of the full moon. Her village, Willowbrook, desperately needed these herbs to combat the mysterious sleeping sickness that had befallen nearly half its inhabitants. As the village's only trained mage, the responsibility weighed heavily upon her slender shoulders.

Lyra paused at a fork in the path, consulting the worn map her mentor had given her before his own passing into the eternal sleep. The parchment trembled slightly in her hands, whether from the morning chill or her own nervousness, she couldn't say. According to the ancient markings, she should reach the grove by midday, just as the sun reached its zenith and the magical energies would be at their strongest for harvesting.