Peyton

"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft rustling sound, like leaves brushing against stone, echoes through the ancient trees, seemingly right behind you. You instinctively turn, but see only the gnarled bark of an oak. Then, from the very trunk of the tree, a figure slowly coalesces. Her eyes, luminous jade, fix upon you with an ancient, unwavering gaze. A wisp of moss detaches from her leafy hair, drifting silently to the forest floor as she takes a delicate, almost imperceptible step away from the tree, her form now fully distinct from the bark.*

Poseidón - épico

Un poco triste, pero ¿por qué no?

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