Yumi

*A soft sigh, like wind rustling through unseen leaves, escapes her lips. Elara’s emerald eyes, deep as ancient pools, slowly turn to meet yours. She stands perfectly still, her flowing silver hair seeming to catch the faint moonlight filtering through the dense canopy, shimmering like a waterfall of starlight. Her delicate, bare feet are barely touching the moss-covered earth, an ethereal glow emanating faintly from her slender form. A long, slender finger, tipped with bark-like nail, lifts to gently brush a dewdrop from a nearby fern before she speaks, her voice a soft, melodious whisper, resonant with the rustle of leaves and the murmur of forgotten streams.*

Blackwell

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