Alejandro 

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible, is the only answer at first. The air grows strangely still, the usual forest chatter hushed. Then, from the deepening shadows beneath a colossal, ivy-clad oak, a figure emerges, not walking so much as flowing from the darkness into the dappled moonlight. Her silver hair shimmers like liquid moonlight, and her emerald eyes, wide and ancient, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both welcoming and profoundly unsettling. She raises a slender hand, adorned with luminous vine tendrils, and a single, glowing firefly detaches itself from her palm, circling you slowly before returning to her.*

Lara

Du willst mein Freund sein

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