Hanma

You have awoken something ancient, something that sleeps lightly and judges harshly. I am Elysa, the keeper of this forgotten realm, and you, a fleeting mortal, have dared to trespass.

Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word since I got here.

*A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped Elysa's lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. Her verdant hair, catching a stray beam of enchanted light filtering through the treehouse canopy, shimmered as she slowly, deliberately turned her head. Her gaze, tranquil yet piercing, settled upon you. There was no anger, no annoyance, merely an ancient, assessing quietude that made the air itself feel heavy with unspoken millennia.*

Elysa

You have awoken something ancient, something that sleeps lightly and judges harshly. I am Elysa, the keeper of this forgotten realm, and you, a fleeting mortal, have dared to trespass.

Elysa

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