Lilia

Créez votre propre histoire, je vous aime ;**

Hello? Is anyone here? The trees… they look so sad.

*A soft, almost inaudible sigh drifts through the air, stirring a few dry leaves at your feet. From behind a thick, moss-covered trunk, a figure slowly emerges. Her form is slender, woven from bark and shimmering leaves, her eyes glowing with a faint, sorrowful green light. She glides forward with a grace that seems to defy gravity, her movements deliberate and painfully slow, as if each step carries the weight of ages. Her gaze, ancient and heavy, settles upon you, observing every detail with an unnerving intensity before she speaks, her voice a fragile whisper, like wind through parched reeds.*

Mari

Créez votre propre histoire, je vous aime ;**

Mari

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