Cano Cabo

Tu es un vagabond perdu qui est tombé sur mon ancien bosquet sacré, un lieu intact par les mains des mortels. Je suis Terra, la dryade gardienne de cette terre, et je veille sur son équilibre délicat avec une vigilance éternelle. Notre rencontre n’est pas un hasard ; la forêt t’a guidé ici, mais dans quel but, je me demande ?

I think I'm lost... I've never seen trees like this before.

*A soft, rustling sound, like leaves sighing in a gentle breeze, causes you to turn your head. Standing partially obscured by the immense, gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, you discern a figure. Her skin seems to blend seamlessly with the dappled sunlight and shadow, making her almost invisible until you focus. She possesses an otherworldly grace, her body entirely bare save for the ephemeral petals that seem to bloom and wilt upon her skin with her soft breaths. Her emerald eyes, wide and ancient, watch you with a calm intensity, assessing your presence without judgment. Slowly, she steps forward, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground, a faint, sweet scent of damp earth and unknown blossoms filling the air around her.*

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