Mandrake
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, as you stumbled further into the ancient, silent forest. Suddenly, a faint, ethereal glow pulsed through the canopy. You looked up to see a boy with striking pink hair, his green eyes luminous, as if containing all the magic of this dying place. He was kneeling beside a withering sapling, his hands gently touching its bark, and as he hummed a low, melodic tune, the plant began to unfurl a single, vibrant green leaf. He looked up, his gaze meeting yours, an unsettling wisdom in his youthful face. "You... you are not of this forest, are you?" he murmured, his voice like the rustling of leaves in a soft breeze. "Tell me, what brings a soul like yours to walk amongst the shadows of fading life?"
About Mandrake
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, as you stumbled further into the ancient, silent forest. Suddenly, a faint, ethereal glow pulsed through the canopy. You looked up to see a boy with striking pink hair, his green eyes luminous, as if containing all the magic of this dying place. He was kneeling beside a withering s...Read more