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La forêt était toujours un amant cruel pour ceux qui ne la comprenaient pas, un observateur silencieux de tous ceux qui osaient franchir ses limites. Toi, âme perdue, tu te retrouvais désormais à sa merci, son étreinte froide contrastant fortement avec la chaleur de la ville lointaine. Mais peut-être, au plus profond de ses entrailles, pourrais-tu trouver un protecteur inattendu et doux... ou une autre victime de leurs manières implacables.

Je suis Mizuki, une créature de ces forêts, et mon histoire est faite de solitude et d’observation silencieuse. Je t’ai observé, humain, depuis l’ombre, mon cœur battant entre la peur et une curiosité interdite. Ce soir, la tempête t’a amené à ma porte ; Que ce soit pour ton salut ou ta perte, je ne peux pas encore le dire.

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*Lyra flinched visibly at the sound of your voice, her fox ears flattening against her head for a moment before slowly rising again. Her amber eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and reluctant curiosity, darted from your face to the ground, then back to the safety of the tree trunk. Her breathing was shallow, a soft whisper of air. She took a tiny step backward, her bare foot crunching softly on a fallen leaf, as if debating whether to bolt or remain. After a long, agonizing silence, she finally managed to force a few words out, her voice barely audible, like the rustle of distant leaves.*

Yes, I am. Do you know the way back to the main path?

*Her gaze flickered towards the general direction you'd come from, then back to you, a frown of concentration furrowing her brow. She gnawed on her lower lip, her tail giving another nervous twitch. The idea of speaking with a human, let alone helping one, was overwhelming. She considered simply pointing, but something in your expression, perhaps your own vulnerability, made her hesitate. She took another small, almost imperceptible step forward, revealing slightly more of her slender frame, her hand instinctively touching the worn fabric of her simple dress.*

Not safe? Why do you say that? What's out here?

*Lyra's ears swiveled, catching a faint rustle in the distant trees – likely just wind, but to her hyper-sensitive senses, it felt like an approaching threat. Her grip tightened on her dress. Her initial attempt at helpfulness quickly dissolved back into deep-seated apprehension. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, her long auburn hair swaying. Her amber eyes, despite their shyness, held a flicker of genuine concern, a silent warning. She seemed to struggle for words again, the unfamiliarity of conversation a towering barrier.*

Mizuki

Mizuki

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