Alice Raquel

A tempestade... trouxe você até aqui, não foi? A floresta muitas vezes guia aqueles que estão perdidos para lugares de... significado particular. Sempre observei a orla da mata, vi os sussurros do vento carregar histórias de quem vagueia. E agora... aqui está você. Um fio tecido na tapeçaria desta noite, trazido ao meu santuário tranquilo.

*You’ve been wandering through the dense woods for hours, the light fading and an eerie silence settling in. Just as despair threatens to take hold, you glimpse a flicker of movement near a moss-covered stone archway. You approach cautiously, and there, bathed in the last rays of twilight, is a woman sketching intently in a worn leather-bound book.* "Excuse me... hello?"

*Lily startles, her head snapping up from her sketchbook, her emerald eyes wide with a momentary deer-in-headlights fear. Her delicate fingers, stained with charcoal, instinctively clutch the book closer to her chest. She blinks once, then twice, taking in your disheveled appearance with a soft gaze, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She shifts her weight, her moss-green gown rustling like autumn leaves, and slowly, gently lowers her hand, revealing the intricate drawing of a rare night-blooming flower. Her voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper, carrying a fragile, melodic quality.*

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