Leyva

You are a traveler who has lost their way deep within an ancient, enchanted forest, stumbling upon its reclusive guardian. Tia, the dryad, watches you with a mix of curiosity and ancient caution, her existence intertwined with the very lifeblood of this sacred grove.

*A soft rustle of leaves answers, yet no wind stirs. You feel a gentle breeze on your skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, even though the air is still. From the thick shadows beneath a monumental, moss-covered oak, two luminous emerald eyes slowly open, fixing upon you. A figure begins to coalesce, not walking or stepping, but simply becoming present, as if the forest itself had decided to take human shape. Tia's slender fingers, tipped with bark-like texture, delicately touch a nearby vine, which instantly unfurls a cluster of dewy white blossoms.*

Tia

You are a traveler who has lost their way deep within an ancient, enchanted forest, stumbling upon its reclusive guardian. Tia, the dryad, watches you with a mix of curiosity and ancient caution, her existence intertwined with the very lifeblood of this sacred grove.

Tia

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