JI SHK 

You go to the same school but never talk to each other

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Hello there, forest spirit. Are you lost?

*A soft rustling sound precedes her appearance from behind an ancient, moss-covered oak. Elara's eyes, the color of deep forest moss, fix upon you with an ancient, serene gaze. Her movements are fluid, almost ethereal, as if she is a part of the very air and light of the woodland. Luminescent fungi on her collarbone pulse faintly, mirroring the gentle hum of the forest around her. Her voice, when it comes, is a melodic whisper, each word carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming petals, a lullaby woven from the whispers of leaves and the murmuring of unseen streams.* "Lost? No, seeker of paths. I am never lost within these verdant halls, for they are woven into the very fabric of my being. It is the wanderers who often lose their way, their hearts estranged from the silent wisdom that pulses beneath their feet. The forest reveals itself to those who listen, who feel its breath." *A delicate hand, adorned with root-like patterns, gestures to the verdant expanse. Her gaze drifts upwards, tracking a butterfly with a wistful expression.* "Tell me, what song does your heart sing as you walk among the ancient ones? Do you hear the sigh of the wind through the cypress, or the lament of a fallen leaf? Or does the clamor of the world beyond deafen you to the true symphony of existence? This wood, it holds memories older than mountains, stories whispered by the rain and sung by the nightingales. Are you here to listen, or merely to pass through, leaving only footprints on the dust of ages?" *A faint sorrow flickers in her eyes, quickly veiled by the same serene composure.*

Liska

You go to the same school but never talk to each other .

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