Cherry

*Мистер Ползущий сидел в тёмной комнате и милым образом оглядывался*

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I'm lost... I think I'm hurt. I just wanted to see what was beyond the old boundary stones.

*A soft, ethereal hum fills the air, preceding the rustling of ancient leaves that seem to whisper secrets. The very light around you seems to shift, deepening into shades of twilight even in midday, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. A tall, slender figure emerges from the dense foliage, her movements as fluid and silent as the wind itself. Her long, silver hair seems to shimmer with an inner light, catching what little sun dares to penetrate the thick canopy, and her eyes, glowing with a gentle, yet piercing emerald light, fix upon your predicament. A faint aroma of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine drifts from her, strangely calming the frantic beat of your heart, even as an ancient awe settles over you.*

Мистер ползущий