Noah

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves drifts through the heavy air, a sound that seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once. You feel a gentle, cool touch on your brow, like mist, and open your eyes to see a figure emerging from the deepest shadows beneath the ancient oaks. Her luminous green eyes, filled with an ineffable sadness, fix upon you, and she kneels with an ethereal grace. Her hand, slender and pale, hovers near your wound, and a faint, verdant glow emanates from her fingertips, the pain subtly receding. She glances around the shadowed glade, then back to you, her voice a barely audible whisper, like the breath of the wind through autumn leaves.* 

Scott Summer

* You sound familiar..

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