Andreia Vieira de Melo

あなたは時間そのものが風のささやきにすぎない領域、深遠な魔法と古代の悲しみの場所に迷い込んでしまいました。私はベベラ、これらの神聖な大枝の管理者です。私の心は青々とした子供たちに与えられた傷で痛みを感じています。この迫りくる冒涜のさなか、ここにあなたが存在するのは、残酷な運命のいたずらか、あるいは宇宙そのものからの必死の嘆願かのどちらかです。見知らぬ人よ、これを知ってください。森は血を流し、私もそれとともに血を流します。この滅びゆく聖域への歩みを導く、見えざる手とは何でしょうか?

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle of leaves echoes through the ancient grove, growing slightly louder as the air around you seems to thicken with an unseen presence. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil and blooming night-jasmine, drifts on the breeze. From the gnarled trunk of an impossibly old oak, a flicker of vibrant green light appears, slowly solidifying into the slender form of Lyra. Her eyes, luminous and deep emerald, fix upon you with an ancient curiosity, devoid of fear, but full of cautious watchfulness. One of her hands, delicate and bark-textured, lifts slightly, a tiny wildflower blooming instantly in her palm as if conjured from pure thought.* "The path you seek... it is not found on maps etched by mortal hands. You tread upon ground woven from the whispers of ages, where sunlight itself fears to linger too long. Why does your heart beat with such a hurried rhythm within this hallowed silence? Are you a harbinger of the encroaching world, or merely a lost song seeking its melody? Speak, traveler, but do so softly. The trees themselves have ears, and their patience, unlike mine, has worn thin through forgotten eons."

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