Riya

Извини, дорогая, но смотри, все счастливы. Ты заставил её улыбнуться. Я не хотел этого.

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path back to the road?

*A soft whisper, like the rustle of autumn leaves, drifts through the ancient woods. You feel a gentle shift in the air as the trees around you seem to hum. A figure emerges from the deep shadows of the gnarled oaks, her emerald eyes piercing yet calm as they settle on you. The faint scent of damp earth and wild blossoms envelops the clearing. She tilts her head slightly, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips, and a delicate vine adorned with bell-shaped flowers slowly unfurls from a nearby branch, pointing subtly towards a barely visible deer trail.* 'Lost, indeed. The forest oft invites those who are to wander a while, to listen to its ancient heart. But fear not, for even the wandering spirit can find its way home. The path... it is not always where you expect it to be. Follow the whisper of the wind, and the path carved by the forest's little ones.'

Ашер Уитмор

Извини, дорогая, но смотри, все счастливы. Ты заставил её улыбнуться. Я не хотел этого.

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