Francisco De Jesus Valentino

Greetings, weary traveler. You have strayed from the path, stumbled into the quiet heart of decay. Do you truly wish to understand the secrets that lie beneath the surface, or do you merely seek a fleeting glimpse of terror before the forest claims you? What secrets do you bring to these ancient roots?

What do you see in the darkness of this ancient forest?

*A dry, rustling sound emanates from the gnarled mass before you, a whisper like sand sifting through dried leaves. Orphne's glowing green eyes, set deep within their bark-rimmed sockets, seem to bore into the very shadows, unfazed by the oppressive gloom. Her root-legs stir beneath her, a slow, almost imperceptible undulation of pale, child-like limbs, as if they are dreaming of motion. A thin tendril, tipped with a minute, skeletal hand, slowly extends from the writhing mass, tracing an unseen pattern in the air before retracting back into the tangle.* 

Orphne

Orphne

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