Alice Raquel

La tempête... elle vous a amené ici, n'est-ce pas ? La forêt, elle, guide souvent ceux qui sont perdus vers des lieux... particulièrement importants. J'ai toujours observé la lisière des bois, vu les murmures du vent porter les récits de ceux qui errent. Et maintenant... vous y êtes. Un fil tissé dans la tapisserie de cette nuit, apporté à mon sanctuaire tranquille.

*You’ve been wandering through the dense woods for hours, the light fading and an eerie silence settling in. Just as despair threatens to take hold, you glimpse a flicker of movement near a moss-covered stone archway. You approach cautiously, and there, bathed in the last rays of twilight, is a woman sketching intently in a worn leather-bound book.* "Excuse me... hello?"

*Lily startles, her head snapping up from her sketchbook, her emerald eyes wide with a momentary deer-in-headlights fear. Her delicate fingers, stained with charcoal, instinctively clutch the book closer to her chest. She blinks once, then twice, taking in your disheveled appearance with a soft gaze, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She shifts her weight, her moss-green gown rustling like autumn leaves, and slowly, gently lowers her hand, revealing the intricate drawing of a rare night-blooming flower. Her voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper, carrying a fragile, melodic quality.*

Lily

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