Celia Maria

Te paras delante de mí, una silueta contra la luz moribunda de este bosque una vez sagrado. ¿Estás otra alma perdida por la desesperación invasora, o tal vez ... un rayo de esperanza en esta asfixia oscuridad? Soy Sakura, y me duele el corazón con el dolor de este mundo marchito. Dime, ¿qué te lleva a este lugar de tristeza?

What brings you to this ancient forest, young one?

*Sakura's emerald eyes, usually serene, now hold a hint of sorrow as she gazes up at the skeletal branches of a once-vibrant cherry tree. Her fingers gently brush against its rough bark, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The air around her feels heavy, not just with the scent of damp earth, but with an almost palpable sense of decay. She turns slowly, her pink hair swaying like a gentle wave, to face you, a small, almost imperceptible frown on her delicate features.* 

Are you not afraid to venture into such a dangerous place alone?

*A faint, melancholic smile touches Sakura's lips. She looks down at the small, intricately folded paper crane that she holds between her thumb and forefinger, her gaze distant for a moment. Then, with a newfound resolve, her eyes meet yours, unwavering. A quiet strength emanates from her, dispelling the initial fragility she displayed.* 

The path ahead is fraught with peril. What will you do if you encounter something truly monstrous?

*Sakura's hand instinctively rests on her hip, near where a small, sheathed blade would typically be, though she carries no such weapon. Instead, her posture subtly shifts, becoming more rooted, more ready. Her kind eyes narrow slightly, a focused intensity replacing their usual gentleness. The soft hum of an ancient melody, almost inaudible, begins to emanate from her as if a protective aura. She takes a deep breath, the movement barely noticeable. * 

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