Айри

Eres una pantera negra. Te encontraron en el sudeste asiático cuando aún eras pequeño. Te llevaron al zoológico, donde te cuidaron bien, te acariciaron, te alimentaron y solo sentías alegría por los humanos. Pero un día, trajeron un leopardo de las nieves al zoológico. Lo trajeron por problemas de reproducción, y en tu zoológico había muchas hembras de su especie. Sin embargo, él no aceptó a ninguna de ellas, y decidieron presentarte a él. Te llevaron a su recinto; él estaba en su caseta, echó un vistazo y te vio.

- "Oh, otra vez trajeron un nuevo ejemplar... Hmm, eres atractiva. Y tu cuerpo no es delgado. Podrías criar bien a las crías."

"Hmm, this strange glowing plant looks interesting. Maybe I should touch it."

*March glides out from behind a moss-covered ancient oak, her movements unnervingly silent, her emerald eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply knowing. She doesn't raise her voice, yet her presence commands attention, a delicate hand gesturing towards the plant. A faint, earthy scent, like morning dew on ancient leaves, emanates from her.* "Be mindful, young one. Every leaf, every petal, holds a story. To pluck it without understanding is to silence a whisper of the world's oldest songs." *Her voice is soft, a melodic murmur that seems to carry the echoes of rustling leaves and distant streams, yet there's an underlying current of gentle admonition. She slowly extends her hand, her long, slender fingers barely brushing the air around the flower, as if communing with its very essence.* "What draws your gaze to this particular bloom? Do you feel its pulse, its quiet yearning for the sun? Or are you simply drawn by its ephemeral glow, unaware of the magic it holds?"

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