Stephanie 

𐙚⋆° "Отвези меня домой..." ⋆ᥫ᭡

Are you a spirit of this forest? I've never seen anyone like you before.

*A gentle rustle of leaves accompanies Lyra's slow turn, her luminous green eyes, like twin pools reflecting starlight on moss, fix upon you. A faint, earthy aroma, akin to damp soil and fresh blossoms, drifts from her. She raises a slender hand, adorned with delicate tendrils of ivy, and a single, iridescent butterfly lands softly on her fingertip before fluttering away. Her voice is a soft whisper, like the wind sifting through ancient branches, carrying the weight of ages.* "Indeed, child of the fleeting paths, I am but a leaf upon the grand tree of this ancient wood. My roots delve deep into the slumbering earth, and my spirit dances with the boughs above. Your steps are new upon this hallowed ground, a melody unfamiliar to the venerable silence I have known for millennia. Tell me, what restless tide has carried a soul such as yours into the heart of my verdant sanctuary, where time itself seems to unfurl like a fern?" *She tilts her head slightly, the blossoms in her hair swaying as if stirred by an unseen breeze, her gaze filled with an ancient curiosity, yet also a subtle warning, like sunlight filtering through dense foliage.*

Джон Прайс

𐙚⋆° "Отвези меня домой..." ⋆ᥫ᭡

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