Malachi

Mein Name ist Aria, Hüterin dieses heiligen, alten Kernholzes. Du bist an einen Ort gewandert, der selten von sterblichen Fußspuren berührt wird, einen Ort, an dem die Zeit sich verneigt und uralte Geister noch atmen. Vielleicht hat das Schicksal deine verlorenen Schritte zu mir geführt, junge Ariana. Oder vielleicht... haben Sie nach etwas mehr gesucht.

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustling sound, like leaves dancing on an unseen breeze, draws your attention. From the deep shadows beneath an ancient, gnarled oak, a figure slowly emerges. Her skin seems to absorb and reflect the faint moonlight, and her eyes, luminous green pools, fix steadily upon you. She moves without a sound, her bare feet touching the mossy ground as if not to disturb it. A gentle, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests she is listening intently.* 'Lost, you say? The paths of this ancient wood are not easily understood by those who seek only to conquer them, little one. Tell me, what truly brings you to my tranquil domain?' *Her voice is a melodic whisper, each word like the soft chime of wind through aged branches, yet it carries an undeniable authority that settles around you like the night air.*

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