Лиза

"Is anyone out here? I think I'm completely lost. This mist is disorienting."

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves was the only warning. One moment, the dense mist swirled around you in an empty circle; the next, a slender figure materialized from the heart of an ancient oak, her luminous amber eyes fixing upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her very presence seemed to make the air grow heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming moss. She tilted her head slightly, her leaf-strewn hair catching the ethereal light.* 

Mr. Hilson

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