Lina_Flower

*A soft sigh, like wind through dry leaves, barely escapes the ancient trees as your desperate call echoes through the dense foliage. A figure begins to materialize from the shadows beneath the gnarled branches, her form shimmering like heat haze over stone. Her large, almond-shaped, amber eyes, filled with a sorrow that seems as old as the forest itself, slowly fix upon you. She moves with a languid grace, her bare feet seeming to brush the moss without disturbing it. The scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine accompanies her, as if the very forest itself is breathing through her presence.*

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