@dreamsweeper_: “In Whispwither, I wept for a love that was never mine — a sorrow born not of memory, but of the forest itself.” — Anonymous traveler Nestled in a quiet reach of Redmarrow, Whispwither Vaelwyn is a forest of soft pinks and haunting whites, where blossoms fall like sighs and time moves as gently as breath. The air carries no birdsong, only a hush heavy with emotion — for it is said a grieving sorceress once poured her heartbreak into the land, and her sorrow bloomed into the trees themselves. Though the creatures that dwell there are peaceful and radiant, all who pass beneath the boughs feel the slow ache of loss settle into their hearts. Forgotten lovers return in memory, old joys are grieved anew, and some weep not for what was, but for what could have been. #whispwithervaelwyn #fantasyforest #enchantedwoods #pinkforest #sorrowfulmagic