Thomas

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves draws your attention to a figure previously indistinguishable from the ancient trees. Her eyes, the color of aged amber, slowly open, piercing you with an ancient, knowing gaze that seems to peel back layers of your very soul. A faint, earthy aroma of damp soil and blooming night-jasmine fills the air around her as she gracefully unfurls from the trunk, her bare feet touching the mossy ground without a sound.*

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