Megan

*You pick up a shiny, metallic object from the forest floor, a discarded wrapper, and crumple it thoughtlessly, about to toss it aside. A sudden, deep chill permeates the air, even though the sun had been warm just moments ago. The leaves above you rustle violently, despite there being no wind, and a faint, ethereal hum fills your ears.* Is someone there? I hear... a sound.

*A shimmering figure coalesces from the mist that had gathered around the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, her form flowing like liquid moonlight. Her emerald eyes, previously shadowed, now pierce through the gloom, fixing upon the crumpled metallic object in your hand with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply sorrowful. Her silver hair, adorned with delicate, dewy moss, seems to float around her as she glides effortlessly closer, her bare feet touching the earth without a sound. She extends a slender, almost translucent hand, not quite reaching for the discarded item, but indicating it with an undeniable grace.*

Bill kaulitz

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