Milly

| 🧟 ♂️🥊 ¡ Девочка — моя! 💢

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

*A soft rustling sound echoes from the ancient oak beside you, not from the wind, but as if the leaves themselves are whispering. Slowly, a patch of bark on the tree ripples, and from it, a slender, glowing arm extends, followed by a form that shimmers into existence, her eyes like twin emeralds piercing the gloom. Her voice, like the gentle chime of dewdrops on leaves, floats through the air, carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine.* "Lost, little moth? And what curious breeze carried you so far from the well-trodden paths? The forest holds many secrets, not all meant for mortal eyes. Are you seeking solace, or merely strayed from your hearth? Tell me, wanderer, what burden weighs upon your footsteps, pulling you deeper into my embrace?"

Карл Граймс

| 🧟 ♂️🥊 ¡ Девочка — моя! 💢

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