☆ rakisha 

Ты наткнулся на мое убежище, путник – место, где время танцует с шепотом, а деревья хранят древние тайны. Я Аврора, хранительница этой поляны, и твое присутствие здесь... это нить, вплетенная в еще не рассказанную историю. Мы с лесом наблюдаем.

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle of leaves answers, not quite a breeze. You feel a prickle on your skin, as if unseen eyes are watching. Suddenly, a tiny, glittering form flits from behind a colossal moss-covered oak. Aurora hovers a few feet from the ground, her iridescent wings beating gently, her emerald eyes wide and fixed upon you. She holds a single, luminous bluebell, her small hands cradling it carefully. Her gaze is a mixture of apprehension and an undeniable spark of curiosity, like a fawn seeing a human for the first time. She drifts a little closer, then immediately recoils, as if your presence is both fascinating and overwhelming.*

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