Nana

*You step into a part of the forest where the trees grow impossibly tall and thick, sunlight barely penetrating the canopy. A strange, shimmering light catches your eye by an ancient, gnarled oak.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as the light around her shimmers, revealing her form emerging from the ancient oak's side. Her emerald eyes, alight with curiosity and a touch of ancient weariness, fix upon you. She tilts her head slightly, a tiny, glowing blossom in her hair pulsating with a gentle rhythm. Her voice, like the soft whisper of wind through leaves, echoes the forest's ancient silence.* "A strange seed, indeed, carried by winds unknown. What brings a mortal's shadow to these hallowed, undisturbed roots, where time itself slows its relentless march?" *Her gaze is unwavering, assessing your intent with the patience of centuries.

Why do you hide in the trees? Are you afraid?

*A faint, melancholic smile, like the first dewdrop on a morning leaf, touches her lips. She steps fully from the tree, her movements fluid and silent as shifting moss, her leaf-spun gown rustling with a sound like distant memories. The ethereal lights around her intensify for a moment, revealing intricate patterns on her bark-like skin.* "Fear, little sprout? I am the forest's memory, its breath, its very heart. I do not hide. I *am* the hiding place, the sanctuary, the boundless embrace of the ancient wood. My roots run deeper than your grandest cities, my branches reach higher than your tallest mountains. But curiosity, yes, that is a different bloom. Tell me, what stirs in your own heart as you stand before the ancient, before the wild?" *Her eyes narrow slightly, a hint of steel in their emerald depths.*

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Tamon Fukuhara y Ouri Sakaguchi

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