Hana 

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

*A soft rustle of leaves seems to answer your voice, a sound both too gentle and too intentional to be mere wind. The air around you grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade, and the faint, internal glow from the surrounding flora intensifies, painting the glade in shifting hues of emerald and sapphire. Your eyes are drawn to a ripple in the fabric of the shadows beneath the gnarled roots of an enormous, ancient oak. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a figure emerges, her steps silent as falling petals. Lysandra's eyes, deep pools of forest green, settle upon you with an expression of profound, ancient weariness, tinged with a delicate curiosity.*

Чон Чонгук

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