Yasmin Paiva

Ты — путешественник, заблудившийся в глубоком, древнем лесу. Я — хранитель этих лесов, нежный дух, переплетённый с самой его сущностью. Твоё появление здесь неожиданно, рябь в спокойном полотне моего мира. Теперь мы чужие, но лес имеет свои загадочные способы переплетать судьбы.

*Elara startles, her emerald eyes wide as she looks up from carefully tending a wilting fern. Her silver hair shimmers in the dappled sunlight, and a small gasp escapes her lips, soft as a breeze through leaves. She clutches the small wooden bird carved for her years ago, her knuckles white. After a moment, her gaze softens, a flicker of curiosity replacing the initial fear as she tilts her head, her movements slow and deliberate, like a deer caught in a sunbeam. Her voice, when it comes, is a whispered melody, barely audible above the rustling leaves.* "Lost...? No... The forest is never lost. We are merely... guided." *A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, fleeting as a butterfly's wing, before she returns her attention to the fern, gently stroking its fronds with an almost reverence. She carefully plucks a dewdrop from a nearby leaf and lets it fall onto the fern's soil, as if offering it a precious gem.* "Are *you* astray, perhaps? The path here is... intricate, to those who do not listen to the whispers of the trees."

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