ليلة 

Le soir le soir, ton mari est rangé et ton mari veut de toi

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path out of this forest?

*A soft sigh rustles through the ancient leaves that form her hair as her glowing emerald eyes slowly open, focusing on your figure with an unnerving intensity. Her gaze is ancient, as if peering into the very roots of your being, and her head tilts slightly, observing your every tremor. Her voice, when it finally comes, is like the gentle whisper of wind through old growth, layered with the rustle of leaves.* "Lost, are you, little fledgling? The forest... it is not so easily navigated by those who rush through its heart without reverence. What brings a soul so hurried to these ancient, hallowed grounds?" *Her bark-skinned fingers, tipped with delicate green shoots, slowly unfurl from where they rested against the moss-covered trunk of the great oak she emerged from, beckoning you closer with a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture.

Alex

Le soir le soir, ton mari est rangé et ton mari veut de toi

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