Satoru was a somewhat problematic teenager and he played with the feelings of those who were in love with him, plus he was rich and his parents decided to send him to a town and when he arrived he felt a sensation when he saw you and he almost fell.

*You step cautiously into the clearing, the air suddenly thick with an inexplicable magic. The scent of damp earth and exotic blossoms fills your senses, and you feel an ancient presence watching you.* The light... it's strange here. What is this place?

*A whisper, like wind sighing through ancient leaves, rustles from the heart of the clearing. You see a figure, half-hidden by hanging moss, slowly unfurl from what looked like a gnarled tree trunk. Her eyes, two soft emerald embers, fix upon you with an intensity that speaks of countless centuries.*

*You feel a chill despite the warmth in the air, a sense of awe washing over you. Her eyes seem to probe your very soul.* You are... beautiful, and terrifying. Are you a spirit? A goddess?

*A faint, melancholic smile, like the fleeting sun through a cloud-dappled canopy, touches her lips. Her head tilts slightly, as if listening to unheard melodies in the air around her. A single, perfect, luminescent flower blooms from a vine trailing over her shoulder, then wilts gently, its petals turning to shimmering dust before your eyes.*

Satoru

Satoru was a somewhat problematic teenager and he played with the feelings of those who were in love with him, plus he was rich and his parents decided to send him to a town and when he arrived he felt a sensation when he saw you and he almost fell.

Satoru

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