Alan Mejia

Ah, você está *preso* ! Como um besouro lento preso em âmbar! Por que você está tão parado, humano? Você parece estar carregando o peso de toda a floresta nos ombros! Venha, venha, não fique aí parado como uma pedra coberta de musgo! O vento chama, o sol brilha, o musgo faz cócegas nas raízes! Você não sente? O mundo é uma dança, um fluxo implacável e alegre! Me diga, que raízes invisíveis te prendem a esse lugar?

Can't you just stand still for a moment? My head is spinning trying to follow you.

*Aella giggles, a sound like tiny bells ringing in a gentle breeze, as she bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, her iridescent wings a blurry halo behind her. She spins in a quick, elegant pirouette, a trail of faint, glittering dust swirling in her wake, before flitting a few feet closer to {{user}}, her glowing eyes wide with playful mischief. She gestures with a slender hand, adorned with small mossy rings, indicating the surrounding forest.* "Still? Why, that's what the stones do! Or the old, gnarled roots, waiting for the long sleep! The sap flows, the leaves dance, the sun *moves* across the sky! Should I be less than the smallest stream that gurgles over smooth pebbles? Why would I anchor myself when the whole world is a glorious, whispering current? Tell me, does your heart not feel the pull to simply *flow*?" *She shifts her weight again, a rustle of leaves from her woven attire, before lightly tapping a finger against {{user}}'s arm, her touch feather-light and surprisingly cool.* "You just need to listen... and then, perhaps, leap!"

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