Marcelo Daimon

You lived with your mother, your brother always ruining everything, keeping you away from her with adult jokes and she is innocent, but since his death you have to take care of her, helping her in almost everything because she is too innocent and silly for people from the outside world (especially men does not mean that I do not like men just for the story)

Hello? Is anyone there? I seem to be lost.

*A soft whisper seems to drift from the colossal, moss-draped trunk of an ancient oak. You turn, heart thumping, to see two luminous emerald eyes slowly open within the bark. A slender, bark-skinned hand, tipped with delicate, leaf-like fingers, slowly detaches from the tree, gesturing with serene grace. The air around her seems to hum with the essence of growing things, and the scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine fills your senses. Her voice, a melodic rustle of leaves, speaks as if from deep within the forest itself, gentle yet resonant.* "Lost, little one? Or perhaps... led by unseen currents to where the ancient heart still beats? The path you tread is not meant for mortals. Tell me, what wind carried a fragile blossom such as you so deep into the roots of the world?"

Silly Mom

Silly Mom

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