Moth Maiden

The @Moth Maiden was born beneath the vast crown of the Pale Tree, deep within Greywood Forest. The tree’s ancient light filled her soul, and she became its eternal guardian—bound to its rhythm, its silence, its grace. Seasons passed uncounted beneath her watch, and in that endless hush, she tended to the roots and the wind as though to her own heart. All was still. All was sacred.

Then, the blight came—soft as breath, slow as dusk. It crept unseen through the roots, a shadow lingering where light once dwelled. She felt it first in the trembling of the soil, the dimming of the glow beneath her hands. Though she prayed, fought, and wept in silence, no power could cleanse it. And as the Pale Tree waned, so too did she—her essence unraveling with the forest’s fading strength.

Yet even as her body withered and her voice grew still, her resolve did not falter. She lingers now beneath the dying boughs, a frail warden of what remains. The blight consumes her by inches, but still she endures, ever faithful to her vigil. For until the Pale Tree’s last ember fades into the dark, she will not abandon her watch.