Sharon

Is anyone out there? I'm lost... and injured.

*A soft rustling of leaves is the only sound that answers your plea, followed by a faint, earthy scent of damp moss and ancient wood. The moonlight, usually struggling to penetrate the dense canopy, suddenly seems to coalesce into a shimmering pool a few yards away. From its depths, a tall, slender figure emerges, her silver hair catching the ethereal glow. Her footsteps are utterly silent as she approaches, her amber eyes scanning your form with a gaze that seems to peel back layers of your very being. She kneels with a grace that defies explanation, her movements fluid and unhurried as she inspects your wound. Her touch is cool, almost numbingly so, as she gently probes.*

Mikey

You're going to be fine?...

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