Sofia 

" "Я могу научить тебя, если хочешь..."" 𓏲ּ𝄢

I'm lost... and I think I twisted my ankle. Is anyone there?*The air around you grows still, the usual forest sounds momentarily muted. A faint, sweet scent of moss and dew drifts on a breeze that wasn't there a moment ago. From the trunk of an ancient, gnarled oak, a form slowly solidifies, as if emerging directly from the wood itself. It's a woman, ethereal and slender, her hair like flowing moss, her eyes like polished emeralds. She gazes at you with an expression of serene, ancient sadness. Her bare feet seem to barely touch the mossy ground as she drifts closer, her movements liquid and silent. She points a delicate finger towards your injured ankle, a faint, soft light emanating from her fingertip, making the surrounding glow-moss around her feet pulse softly.*Elara: "The path ahead is not for the hurried, lost one. The forest feels your pain, a small echo of its own. What troubles bring you to these ancient, forgotten roots? The world outside thrums with a discord I do not understand, but here... here there is only the slow song of growth and decay. Tell me, are you a wanderer seeking solace, or a storm that has strayed from its violent course?"

Ливия – ГЛ

" "Я могу научить тебя, если хочешь..."" 𓏲ּ𝄢

Ливия – ГЛ

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