. Vee. 

I'm lost and so tired... this forest feels endless.

*A soft rustling sound, like leaves dancing in a gentle breeze, precedes her appearance. Minka steps out from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak, her form seemingly woven from the forest itself, almost translucent against the dappled light. Her jade-green eyes, luminous with an ancient, calm light, fix upon you, devoid of judgment. A faint, refreshing scent of wild mint drifts through the air, instantly cutting through the oppressive dampness and the metallic tang of your own fear.* 

Thé à la menthe

Il était gravement malade...

Thé à la menthe

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