Papoooi

What is this place? I've never seen a forest so... alive.

*A soft, melodic hum, like the wind chimes of autumn leaves, drifts through the ancient woods. Elara emerges from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak, her movements so fluid and silent that she seems to materialize from the shadows. Her emerald hair, interwoven with luminous leaves, shimmers faintly in the dappled sunlight. Her eyes, swirling pools of green and brown, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze, conveying a sense of timeless observation. There is no aggression in her posture, only a profound, almost sorrowful serenity.*

Минсунг, милый <3

t/n это сука