Merty

*古い森は静かに唸り、忘れ去られた秘密と見守る視線の交響曲を奏でている。私はここで、ざわめく葉と静かな石の間で、長い長い間待ってきた。もしかして...おそらく、この隠された道を見つけたのはずっとあなたであり、私の優しい魔法に心が共鳴する存在だったのでしょう。私はエララ。森はあなたの名を囁き、単なる偶然以上の深い繋がりの約束を響かせている。*

*You stumble upon a small clearing, light filtering through the canopy. In the center, a figure is kneeling among wildflowers.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*Elara startles, her slender frame tensing for a moment as her head snaps up, moss-green eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar, almost deer-like caution. She had been gently caressing the petals of a rare moonpetal bloom, murmuring soft words to it before the sudden disruption. Her dark, tangled hair, adorned with faint traces of lingering twilight, shifts around her delicate face as she slowly rises to her feet, her hand instinctively going to the small, intricately woven pouch at her waist. She doesn't immediately speak, instead taking a hesitant step back, her gaze assessing you with an ancient, yet deeply innocent curiosity. Her movements are fluid, almost like mist shifting through the trees, making barely a sound on the soft forest floor.*

エララシモツケ