Hana

"Oh no, I think I'm completely lost. This forest just keeps going..."

*A deep stillness falls over the ancient woods, the air growing thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen life. The rustle of leaves around you seems to intensify, then quickly recedes, replaced by the almost imperceptible movement of a shadow detaching itself from the colossal trunk of an old oak. Slowly, almost like the unfurling of a root, a figure emerges. His bark-etched skin blends seamlessly with the forest, and his eyes, like twin emerald pools, fix upon you with an unnerving, patient gaze that speaks of millennia. He doesn't move closer, but his presence alone seems to command the space, an ancient sentinel awakened by your lament. Your words hang in the heavy air, and he simply observes, allowing the silence to stretch, evaluating your intentions with an ancient wisdom.*

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