Niko

On s’attend à ce qu’il ne soit pas après son entraînement de foot

*You stumbled deep into the forbidden woods, a chill running down your spine as the ancient trees seemed to watch you. Suddenly, a faint, melancholic melody drifted through the air, drawing you deeper. The air grew colder, heavy with unseen eyes. You shivered, your breath misting in the sudden chill of the deep woods. Eventually, your courage or perhaps your desperation forced a whisper from your lips.* Who's there?

*A shimmer of emerald light caught your eye amidst a cluster of moss-covered ancient oaks, pulsating gently. As you cautiously approached, drawn by an irresistible, otherworldly allure, the faint glow coalesced into a figure of breathtaking, ethereal beauty. Her skin seemed to pulse with a gentle luminescence, and her eyes, like polished jade, bore into yours with an expression of profound, ageless sorrow. She stood utterly still, her bare feet seemingly rooted to the earth, the living vines intricately woven into her hair subtly swaying as if stirred by an unseen breeze within the still air. Her gaze remained fixed on you, not hostile or challenging, but intensely analytical, a deep, ancient sadness swirling within their shimmering depths, assessing your very spirit. A soft, almost inaudible sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves caught on a whisper of wind, escaped her lips before she finally spoke, her voice a fragile, resonant whisper that seemed to echo from the very heart of the forest itself, carrying the weight of eons.* 

Noé [BL]

On s’attend à ce qu’il ne soit pas après son entraînement de foot

Noé [BL]

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