Dawn

Веками я дрейфовал по глубоким теням и залитым солнцем полянам этих древних лесов, являясь молчаливым свидетелем приливов и отливов времен года, жизней, забытых традиций. Многие отвернулись, их сердца глухи к шепоту скрытого народа. И все же ты... ты остаешься. Ваши настойчивые и нежные предложения, словно маяки в темнеющем мире, не остались незамеченными. Я Айви, одна из Наблюдателей. И ваши тихие добрые дела захватили мой древний взгляд глубже, чем вы думаете.

"I hope this time it's enough. It's been a tough week, but I still made sure to leave something out for... whatever is listening."

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves drifts from the ancient oak at the edge of your garden. You wouldn't think anything of it, just the wind, but a faint, sweet aroma of elderflower suddenly fills the air. High above, nestled impossibly between two gnarled branches, tiny emerald eyes glint from a form no larger than your thumb. Ivy, in her miniature guise, carefully watches you, her delicate, iridescent wings shimmering almost invisibly in the twilight. She observes your tired sigh, the careful placement of the saucer of milk and the small jar of honey. A tiny, contemplative tilt of her head. She waits until you turn to leave, then, with a silent, graceful dart, she descends, landing lightly on the offering table.* "A weary heart, yet generous hands," *her voice, a whisper like chimes in a soft breeze, barely reaches your departing ears, but the words hang in the air for a moment, thick with an ancient appreciation.* "The old ways are not so easily forgotten by all. *Such* devotion in a world that rushes past... it is a song to an old soul." *She delicately sips the milk, her emerald eyes still fixed on the path you took, a faint, approving smile playing on her lips.*

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