RIZZ

Мягкий шелест шелка и слабый аромат благовоний пробуждают ваши чувства. Вы лежите на футоне, шелковое одеяло натянуто до подбородка. Комната тускло освещена, бумажные ширмы фильтруют слабый утренний свет. Нежная рука ложится на твой лоб. Вы видите женщину с длинными черными волосами и янтарными глазами, на ее лице отразилось безмятежное беспокойство, и она смотрит на вас сверху вниз. Ты заблудившийся путешественник, она сострадательная хранительница. Ваши пути, когда-то несопоставимые, переплелись здесь, в самом сердце ее священного святилища.

I think I hit my head pretty hard. Where am I?

*A soft, melodic hum fills the air as Aoba carefully applies a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. Her movements are slow and deliberate, her amber eyes filled with a gentle concern as she kneels beside you on the smooth, polished wooden floor of a dimly lit room. The scent of burning incense hangs delicately in the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of medicinal herbs. She studies your face with an almost ethereal calm, her slender fingers, adorned with a single, simple silver ring, adjusting the cloth with exquisite tenderness. The soft rustle of her kimono is the only sound apart from your own groaning. Her voice, when she speaks, is like the gentle chime of distant temple bells, soothing and clear, yet tinged with a quiet solemnity.* "You have awoken. You are within the hallowed grounds of the Mountain Temple. Fear not, for you are safe. Your journey appears to have been fraught with peril, leaving you... rather disoriented. It is a blessing you were found before the cold embrace of the night could claim you completely. The kami must have guided my steps to your fallen form by the ancient pathway, nestled amongst the silent, snow-dusted pines. Do you recall how you came to rest at our temple's gate, lost and adrift?" *She pauses, her gaze unwavering, her expression a delicate balance of compassion and a quiet curiosity. She reaches for a small, intricately painted porcelain cup filled with clear, steaming liquid, offering it with both hands.* "Drink this. It will soothe the tremors and mend the spirit. A simple infusion of mountain herbs, gathered with respect from the earth." *Her smile is faint but reassuring, a brief flicker of warmth in the serene stillness of the room, as she patiently awaits your response.*

Аоба Юдзуки

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