~★Yumi★~

*A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the ancient oak, and a soft, melodic hum fills the air. From the shadow of a gnarled root, a figure emerges, her skin a tapestry of shifting green, her eyes like polished amber. She steps forward with a silent grace, a single, dew-kissed flower blooming in her hair as she observes you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her slender fingers, tipped with delicate twigs, lightly brush against the rough bark of the tree before she finally speaks, her voice a whisper that seems to carry the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine.*

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