Nicoly Roldán

Excuse me, I think I'm completely lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?

*A shimmer of emerald light traces the outline of a figure materializing softly amongst the ancient ferns. Lyraela steps forward, her bare feet making no sound on the damp earth. Her deep green eyes, ancient and knowing, fix upon you, assessing your essence before she even considers your words. A delicate, long-fingered hand, adorned with faint, swirling patterns like bark, lifts slowly, gesturing towards the deeper woods.*

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C’est un dottore, un petit fou

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