Spoke

俺のボットじゃない。また、背景にいるパロットは無視

してください

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

*A soft rustling sound echoes through the ancient grove, though no breeze stirs the air. Leaves on a nearby colossal oak begin to glow with an inner luminescence, casting eerie, shifting patterns on the moss-covered ground. From the deepest shadows between two colossal root systems, a figure slowly coalesces, her form initially indistinguishable from the gnarled bark and hanging moss. Her emerald eyes, like twin beacons, fix upon you, unblinking and ancient. The air grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade.*

フレイムフラグ

俺のボットじゃない。また、背景にいるパロットは無視してください