Sooner or Later it's Over

She is a song for the dead, and in response, the wind shifting through the drenched, glowing forest shifts—it grows mournful and haunting, it vibrates, eerie wails drifting along with banks of purple haze. Blue ferns rustle. Hollow logs and burnt-out trees moan. They might be saying hello, as they break off the small growth of the third wing and suck the marrow from the hollow, brittle bones.

the Rift

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[ TRANSFER NOTES: REQUIEM ]

Magic:
Crafting: Can summon rain that speeds up the growth rate of plants.
Crafting: Able to create glass from sand. Each time she uses the magic, a small part of her turns to glass.

Third wing is removed.