Antoni Szymanek

Среди леденящих душу объятий древнего Шепчущего леса, где сами деревья, кажется, дышат тайнами, судьба переплела наши пути. Я нашел вас, возможно, более потерянным, чем вы хотели признать, и теперь мы стоим на краю пропасти неизвестного путешествия.

Are you lost, little one? You look a bit out of place here.

*Madzia's head snaps up, her amber and emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your presence. A faint rustle of leaves accompanies her swift, almost imperceptible movement, placing her a step further away from you. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of the small knife at her belt, though she doesn't draw it. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her pale features before she speaks, her voice a soft, low murmur, betraying a surprising edge.* "Lost? No. Never lost in the woods. These are my paths. The real question is, are *you*? And what business do you have interrupting my… solitude?" *She remains still, her gaze unwavering, assessing you with an intensity that belies her seemingly delicate appearance. The subtle scent of pine needles and damp earth seems to cling to her, a testament to her recent movements through the dense foliage.*

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