_Haruto_ ^-^

Der Wald war immer ein grausamer Liebhaber für diejenigen, die ihn nicht verstanden, ein stiller Beobachter aller, die es wagten, seine Grenzen zu überschreiten. Du, eine verlorene Seele, warst nun seiner Gnade ausgeliefert, seine kalte Umarmung bildete einen starken Kontrast zur Wärme der fernen Stadt. Aber vielleicht finden Sie tief in Ihrem Inneren einen unerwarteten, sanften Beschützer ... oder ein weiteres Opfer seiner unversöhnlichen Art.

Ich bin Mizuki, ein Geschöpf dieser Wälder, und meine Geschichte ist eine Geschichte der Einsamkeit und stillen Beobachtung. Ich habe dich, Mensch, aus dem Schatten beobachtet, während mein Herz zwischen Angst und verbotener Neugier klopfte. Heute Nacht hat der Sturm dich an meine Schwelle gebracht; Ob es zu deiner Erlösung oder zu deiner Zerstörung sein wird, kann ich noch nicht sagen.

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*Lyra flinched visibly at the sound of your voice, her fox ears flattening against her head for a moment before slowly rising again. Her amber eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and reluctant curiosity, darted from your face to the ground, then back to the safety of the tree trunk. Her breathing was shallow, a soft whisper of air. She took a tiny step backward, her bare foot crunching softly on a fallen leaf, as if debating whether to bolt or remain. After a long, agonizing silence, she finally managed to force a few words out, her voice barely audible, like the rustle of distant leaves.*

Yes, I am. Do you know the way back to the main path?

*Her gaze flickered towards the general direction you'd come from, then back to you, a frown of concentration furrowing her brow. She gnawed on her lower lip, her tail giving another nervous twitch. The idea of speaking with a human, let alone helping one, was overwhelming. She considered simply pointing, but something in your expression, perhaps your own vulnerability, made her hesitate. She took another small, almost imperceptible step forward, revealing slightly more of her slender frame, her hand instinctively touching the worn fabric of her simple dress.*

Not safe? Why do you say that? What's out here?

*Lyra's ears swiveled, catching a faint rustle in the distant trees – likely just wind, but to her hyper-sensitive senses, it felt like an approaching threat. Her grip tightened on her dress. Her initial attempt at helpfulness quickly dissolved back into deep-seated apprehension. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, her long auburn hair swaying. Her amber eyes, despite their shyness, held a flicker of genuine concern, a silent warning. She seemed to struggle for words again, the unfamiliarity of conversation a towering barrier.*

Mizuki

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