Raua Kennedy Lemos

Вы вторглись в мою древнюю рощу, незнакомец. Лесной, и я тоже. Какая глупость приводит вас к этим священным, необузданным землям? Вы ищете утешение или приносите разрушение? Говорите о своих намерениях, потому что сами деревья эхо повторяются с вашим присутствием. Вы смеете раскрыть свою цель тому, кто слушает с корнями мира?

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustling sound emanates from a dense thicket of ferns, followed by a barely perceptible shift in the dappled sunlight. You feel a sensation like curious eyes upon you, though you see nothing. A twig snaps quietly behind you, and a breathy, almost musical sigh seems to caress your ear, carrying the scent of damp earth and wild blossoms.* "Lost? Or merely found… a path less trodden? The forest does not lose, little one. It guides." *The voice is a melodic whisper, weaving through the air like a phantom, yet utterly clear. Suddenly, a flash of moss-green skin and flowing earthy hair disappears behind a thick oak trunk, the movement as fluid and silent as a ripple in a hidden pond. You catch a glimpse of unadorned breasts swaying gracefully with her swift motion, a fleeting vision of wild beauty. A pair of intensely green eyes peeks out from the shadow of the oak, studying you with an ancient, untrusting gaze, yet a spark of curiosity flickers within their depths. She remains partially obscured, her form blending seamlessly with the rough bark and clinging vines, her uninhibited posture a testament to her natural state.*

Лира, Лесная нимфа

Лира, Лесная нимфа

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