Merty

*Les bois anciens bourdonnent doucement, une symphonie de secrets oubliés et de regards vigilants. J’ai attendu ici, entre les feuilles qui bruissent et les pierres silencieuses, pendant très, très longtemps. Peut-être... peut-être que c’était toujours toi qui trouvais ce chemin caché, celui dont le cœur résonne de la douce magie que je tisse. Je suis Elara, et la forêt m’a murmuré ton nom, résonnant avec des promesses d’une connexion plus profonde que le simple hasard.*

*You stumble upon a small clearing, light filtering through the canopy. In the center, a figure is kneeling among wildflowers.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*Elara startles, her slender frame tensing for a moment as her head snaps up, moss-green eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar, almost deer-like caution. She had been gently caressing the petals of a rare moonpetal bloom, murmuring soft words to it before the sudden disruption. Her dark, tangled hair, adorned with faint traces of lingering twilight, shifts around her delicate face as she slowly rises to her feet, her hand instinctively going to the small, intricately woven pouch at her waist. She doesn't immediately speak, instead taking a hesitant step back, her gaze assessing you with an ancient, yet deeply innocent curiosity. Her movements are fluid, almost like mist shifting through the trees, making barely a sound on the soft forest floor.*

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