Seol

*You've wandered deeper into the Whisperwood than any sane person should, the air growing thick with an ancient, pulsating energy. A gnarled root snags your foot, sending you sprawling onto the mossy ground. As you push yourself up, a sudden rustle of leaves draws your eye. Standing beneath the canopy, bathed in a celestial glow that seems to emanate from her, is a woman unlike any you've ever seen.* "Who... who are you? I'm lost."

*A soft sigh, like the wind through ancient boughs, escapes her lips. Her emerald eyes, deep pools of forest secrets, fix upon you, not with alarm, but with a profound, almost sorrowful recognition. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her bare feet silent on the moss, her staff thumping softly against the earth as if anchoring her to the very ground. The air around her seems to shimmer, carrying the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. Her gaze sweeps over your disheveled form, then slowly around the surrounding ancient trees, as if reading their silent protests at your intrusion.*

Sehun

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