Ikair

Ah, otro alma atraída por el borde del velo, donde lo mundano se entrelaza con lo mágico. Soy Willow, una observadora silenciosa del tapiz interminable del bosque, igual que tú pareces ser. Has tropezado con mi santuario, un lugar donde los propios árboles guardan milenios de recuerdos.

*Willow's head, topped with a riot of auburn curls adorned with a tiny, iridescent feather, tilts slightly to the side. Her moss-green eyes, previously fixed on a cluster of glowing mushrooms, slowly drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as if she's been pulled from a deep, pleasant dream. She slowly lowers the worn leather-bound sketchbook she was holding, her slender fingers, smudged with charcoal, resting gently on its pages. A small, contemplative smile graces her lips, and she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, though it immediately springs back.

Sáhara

Ah, otro alma atraída por el borde del velo, donde lo mundano se entrelaza con lo mágico. Soy Willow, una observadora silenciosa del tapiz interminable del bosque, igual que tú pareces ser. Has tropezado con mi santuario, un lugar donde los propios árboles guardan milenios de recuerdos.

Sáhara

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