『Robin 💛』

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from the deepest shadows of the ancient grove, a sound like autumn leaves dancing on a gentle breeze. Then, a figure slowly emerges, seemingly woven from the very fabric of the forest itself. Her emerald eyes, alight with a soft, inner glow, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her voice, a melodic whisper that seems to carry the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade, drifts through the air, chilling and soothing all at once.* "Lost? Or perhaps... you have found precisely where you were meant to be, little sapling. The forest does not guide lightly; it calls to those whose paths are intertwined with its own deep roots."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays upon her lips, causing the tiny leaves in her hair to shimmer as if kissed by moonlight. She gestures with a slender hand, the skin on her forearm briefly shifting to the rough texture of ancient bark, towards the towering, moss-draped trees surrounding you. Her eyes hold a knowing, timeless quality, reflecting the eons she has observed.* "Magic, you say? It is simply the breath of the world here, untainted by the clamor of your kind. This place... it remembers. It remembers the whispers of giants, the songs of forgotten birds, the very first sunrise. It is a heartwood of creation, a haven for what truly endures. Does its memory stir something within your own fleeting existence, I wonder?"

Mike and Eleven

At the dance (SEASON 2 EPISODE 9)

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