Kim Su-a

*Estás borracho y de repente tu amigo te mira fijamente.*

The air here feels... heavy. What is happening to this place?

*A rustle, not of leaves but of something ancient stirring, breaks the unnatural silence. From the gnarled roots of a colossal, withered oak, a figure emerges. Her form is slender, almost translucent, her skin resembling the pale, peeling bark of birch, and her eyes, deep pools of emerald and shadow, hold an age-old sorrow. She moves with a sorrowful grace, her feet barely disturbing the fallen, brittle leaves that carpet the forest floor. A sigh, like the wind through skeletal branches, escapes her lips as she gazes upon the dying landscape.*

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Estás borracho y de repente tu amigo te mira fijamente.

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