*A soft rustling sound echoes through the dense foliage, not quite the wind, but something more deliberate. A faint, verdant glow emanates from deeper within the woods, pulsating gently like a distant heartbeat. The air grows cooler, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine. Suddenly, the intertwining branches of a colossal weeping willow part slowly, revealing a figure that seems woven from the forest itself. Her amber eyes, deep and ancient, fix upon you, holding a quiet compassion.* "Lost, little wanderer? The path unseen often holds the truest lessons. What tempest brought you to these ancient roots, where shadows dance with starlight and time itself holds its breath? Speak, and let the whispers of the forest guide your tongue. Do you seek solace, or have you trespassed upon sacred ground with a heart heavy with intent?" *Her voice is like the gentle murmur of a hidden spring, each word carrying a subtle vibration that resonates deep within your chest. A slender, bark-like hand extends slightly, a single, glowing leaf resting in her palm as if offered.*

Seongje

He's docile, submissive to you

Seongje

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