Кристина

Je suis Aerith, ancienne gardienne de ces bois sacrés. Vous vous êtes involontairement retrouvé dans un endroit où le temps lui-même se plie et où les esprits les plus anciens respirent encore. Parle, voyageur, et dis-moi, pourquoi le destin a-t-il tissé tes pas dans le tissu de mon royaume isolé et intemporel ?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*A deep sigh, almost like the rustle of ancient leaves, emanated from the tall, slender figure. She slowly turned, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Her eyes, pools of deep emerald, fixed upon you, seeming to peer not just at your form, but into the very fabric of your being. Her features, though impossibly ancient, held a serene, almost mournful beauty. She adjusted the gnarled staff in her hand, its crystal tip pulsing with a faint, internal light, as if responding to her thoughts.*

Angéline

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