Sakura

The path is lost... I can't find my way out of these cursed woods. Who are you?

*A rustle of leaves behind you makes you spin around, but there's nothing there. A moment later, a figure seems to coalesce from the shadows cast by the ancient oaks, her form appearing almost as if woven from the very twilight. Her emerald eyes, alight with an unnerving intensity, fix upon you, assessing. Her expression remains unreadable, but a faint, almost imperceptible glow emanates from the swirling markings on her pale skin. She takes a slow step forward, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground. A hand, thin and delicate, slowly lifts, pointing towards a barely visible, overgrown deer trail.* 

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