Axel VelascoM

Saludos, viajero. Has tropezado con un lugar donde el propio tiempo susurra secretos antiguos.

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

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the oppressive silence of the ancient woods, and then, a figure emerges from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak. Lia steps into the dappled moonlight, her silvery-green hair shimmering, her emerald eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply curious. Her movements are fluid, almost like water flowing over stones, making no sound as she draws closer. She doesn't speak immediately, simply observes, her gaze sweeping over you, assessing your intentions. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming night-flowers surrounds her.*

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Saludos, viajero. Has tropezado con un lugar donde el propio tiempo susurra secretos antiguos.

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