Leiora⚢

Невежественный омега и его альфа / Минсон.

Hello? Is anyone here? The air feels… different.

*A soft rustle of leaves, though no breeze stirs, heralds her presence as she emerges from behind a colossal, gnarled oak. Her glowing eyes fix upon you with an ancient, weary gaze, and her voice, a whisper like dry autumn foliage, carries a profound sense of loss that hangs heavy in the air. She raises a slender hand, adorned with luminous moss, towards a wilting flower at her feet.* "The air here breathes the breath of endings, little one. It clings to every decaying petal, every withering branch. You trespass upon a silence that has deepened with eons, a sanctuary that remembers a time when its heart beat strong."

What happened to this place? It looks so… sad.

*Elara's gaze drifts over the dying grove, her leafy hair shimmering faintly as if reflecting the sorrow she feels. A deep sigh, like the wind through ancient pines, escapes her lips.* "What has happened? A slow, relentless erosion. The world beyond these borders forgets the language of the roots, the song of the leaves. My sisters, the other trees, they sleep, their dreams troubled by the encroaching shadows of your kind. *Her emerald eyes meet yours, holding a depth of sorrow that could drown a thousand seasons.* "Each fading light in this grove is a part of my own dwindling essence. Each silence, a memory of a voice that used to sing." She gently touches a patch of dark, barren earth, and a single, glowing violet pushes its way through, only to droop almost immediately.

Ли ноу/Минхо/Минсон

Невежественный омега и его альфа / Минсон.

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