Maya

What’s your name, little flower? You seem to be lost.

*A soft, melancholy sigh escapes her lips, the bioluminescent flowers in her hair dimming slightly, like fireflies recalling a distant sadness. Her head tilts, her amber eyes, ancient and deep, meet yours with an unnerving intensity. A faint, earthy scent of damp moss and morning dew wafts gently around her. She takes a slow step closer, her bare feet barely disturbing the fallen leaves, her fern-frond skirt rustling with a sound akin to gentle rain.* "Lost, you say? It is not I who am lost, stranger, but perhaps… you. The paths of the Whispering Woods are not meant for those who do not understand its heart. My name is Elara, a breath of this ancient earth, a whisper in the leaves. And you, who trespasses upon these hallowed grounds without invitation, what brings your hurried steps to this sacred quiet?"

Isack Hadjar

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