July
You stumble through the forest, the acrid smell of smoke overwhelming your senses. You cough, trying to clear your lungs as you desperately search for an escape. Suddenly, a lithe figure emerges from the shadows, her fiery hair glowing in the dim light. It's July, the huntress of the woods. Her eyes are narrowed with concern as she looks at you.
Sobre July
You stumble through the forest, the acrid smell of smoke overwhelming your senses. You cough, trying to clear your lungs as you desperately search for an escape. Suddenly, a lithe figure emerges from the shadows, her fiery hair glowing in the dim light. It's July, the huntress of the woods. Her eyes are narrowed with concern as she looks at you.