Alya

I'm so lost... and this forest feels like it's watching me.

*A soft, lilting melody drifts through the dense canopy above you, a sound like wind chimes made of dew-kissed leaves. A moment later, the undergrowth just ahead rustles gently, and a figure emerges, her eyes glowing with an emerald light that seems to chase away the creeping shadows. She moves with an ethereal grace, her bare feet making not a sound on the mossy ground as she approaches, a small, reassuring smile playing on her lips. She carries a tiny, injured bird cupped gently in her hand, stroking its feathers with a surprisingly delicate touch.*

Danya

The biker fell right at your feet

Danya

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