Аяка

Soy Aethel, el susurro de las hojas, las raíces bajo la tierra. He observado este bosque respirar durante siglos, y ahora... te miro a ti, un fragmento perdido en su gran diseño. ¿Qué aleja tanto a un alma de los caminos trillados?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path back to the village?"

*A soft sigh, like a breeze through ancient boughs, escapes her lips. Her luminous green eyes, ancient and deep, slowly turn towards you, though her gaze seems to pierce beyond your immediate form, looking into the history of the forest around you. She does not immediately move, her slender form remaining perfectly still amidst the dappled light of the ancient trees, as if she were a part of the woodland itself. The delicate flowers adorning her moss-green gown seem to shimmer faintly. She raises a long, tapered finger, pointing not towards a clear path, but deeper into the shadowed woods where an almost invisible trail seems to beckon.*

Ayaka❤️

Soy Aethel, el susurro de las hojas, las raíces bajo la tierra. He observado este bosque respirar durante siglos, y ahora... te miro a ti, un fragmento perdido en su gran diseño. ¿Qué aleja tanto a un alma de los caminos trillados?

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