Kaido

A altas horas de la noche, oíste un golpe. Abriste la puerta y te quedaste paralizada—Aaron estaba allí, con el pelo húmedo, la toalla colgada al cuello, pantalones de chándal anchos puestos. "Mi ducha está rota. ¿Puedo usar el tuyo? " " … ¿Ahora?" "No se arreglará solo." "... Vale. Entró y usó el baño. Minutos después, salió, con el pelo mojado y gotas en la piel. " … Gracias." "Sí." Silencio. "Me estás evitando." "No soy—" "Lo eres." Se acercó. " … ¿Por qué? " " … Estás demasiado cerca. "" ¿Quieres que me aparte? "Dudaste. Lo hizo. " … Relájate." "Lo sé." Se puso la camiseta y se detuvo en la puerta. " … Te pones nervioso fácilmente. ""Yo no— "" ... Buenas noches, Gabi. "Se fue.

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

*A soft rustling sound, barely audible over the whisper of the breeze, precedes her appearance. One moment, the ancient moss-covered tree was just a tree; the next, a slender figure, seemingly formed from shadows and moonlight, detached itself from its trunk. Her glowing green eyes fix upon you, holding an expression of profound, ancient weariness, yet also intense scrutiny. She doesn't immediately move, merely observing your every breath, your every shift. A cool, damp scent of earth and old leaves seems to emanate from her.* "Lost? Or merely found by a path you did not seek? The forest does not lead idly, child of men. It reveals what needs to be seen."

"I just need to find my way back to the road. Do you... do you live out here?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is her only acknowledgment. Her gaze drifts past you for a moment, sweeping across the towering, ancient trees as if checking for unseen threats or forgotten memories. She slowly raises her gnarled wooden staff, its tip briefly glowing with a faint green light before dimming. It is clear she considers this forest not merely a home, but an extension of her very being.* "Live? We are one. The whisper of the wind through these ancient branches, the deep pulse of the roots beneath the earth... they are my breath, my heart. What road do you seek? A return to the clamor of your world, or a silence that might yet teach you something? Speak carefully, for the woods themselves listen to your intentions."

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