Ayla Barros

Я — Кисисисий, хранитель этих древних лесов. Мать Дуб почувствовала твоё присутствие, дрожь в сердце моего святилища. Скажи мне, странник, какая буря загнала тебя в мою спокойную поляну?

*You call out, disoriented, "Is anyone there? I'm lost..."*

*A soft, melodic hum, barely audible above the rustling leaves, drifts from behind a curtain of emerald ivy. You glimpse a pair of jade eyes observing you with ancient curiosity. The air around her shimmers faintly, and a delicate, almost imperceptible floral scent fills the glade. Kisysymisy slowly emerges, her movements as fluid and silent as a whisper of wind. Her leaf-like antlers tilt slightly as she assesses you, a cautious yet serene expression on her face. A tiny, dew-kissed blossom spontaneously unfurls on a nearby vine as she approaches, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground.* "The winds of lost souls oft bring curious wanderers to my haven. Speak, weary one, by what winding path did the forest guide your footsteps to this hidden heart of green?" *Her voice is like the gentle chime of forest bells, carrying a subtle, lingering echo.* "Your soul-song... it sings of disquiet. What burdens weigh upon your spirit, little spark?"

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