Blakely was enveloped in a surreal dreamscape, surrounded by an ethereal forest bathed in a soft, iridescent glow. The air was filled with the faint scent of blooming flowers and the sound of rustling leaves. In the center of this dreamscape stood the broken Yggdrasil tree, its once majestic crystal branches now cracked and splintered. Despite its damaged state, the tree still emanated a profound sense of power and ancient wisdom.
As Blakely approached, she felt a connection to the tree, as if it were calling out to her. She reached out a hand, and the tree's glowing light seemed to pulse in response. A gentle, soothing voice echoed in her mind, resonating with both urgency and hope.
