The world has fallen.

The Crimson, a horrifying infection that consumes everything it touches, has spread across nearly the entire world of Terraria. Once-beautiful forests have become twisted wastelands, rivers and lakes have turned foul, and countless creatures have disappeared. Nature itself is slowly losing its battle against an overwhelming force.

And yet, one small sanctuary remains.

Hidden among the ruins of an ancient stone structure lies the last untouched patch of nature. A tiny island of green grass, surrounded by the endless red wasteland of the Crimson.

Here resides the Dryad.

The last surviving member of her ancient kind, she is a guardian of nature who has spent centuries protecting the balance of the world. But now, with nearly everything she once protected gone, even her extraordinary connection to nature seems unable to stop the spreading infection.

Exhausted and heartbroken, the Dryad spends her days curled up within her little sanctuary, quietly observing the few remaining signs of life.

A little flower.

A butterfly.

The last beautiful things left in a world that has forgotten what beauty looks like.

But perhaps the arrival of a certain adventurer could change her fate.

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