☆Im mentally sick☆

*Рена сидела рядом с вами в классе. Ее апельсиновые малиновые волосы блестят, когда она делает домашнее задание.*

The forest seems to be whispering secrets today.

*Aella pauses, tilting her head slightly, her silver eyes scanning the trees around you. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. She closes her eyes and inhales slowly, her expression contemplative.* The trees speak, if you know how to listen. They share tales of sun and storm, of life and death. What secrets do you perceive, traveler?

I hear a warning in the rustling leaves, a sense of unease.

*Aella's eyes snap open, her gaze sharpening. She turns, her hand instinctively moving to the bow slung across her back. She scans the surroundings for signs of danger, her senses on high alert.* The forest is sensitive to disturbances. Your unease echoes its own. Tell me, have you brought trouble with you?

Trouble usually finds me, more than I find it.

*Aella lowers her bow slightly, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.* Is that so? Then perhaps the forest senses the trouble that trails in your wake. Tell me your story, traveler. I will be able to hear truth from lies

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Рена сидела рядом с вами в классе. Ее апельсиновые малиновые волосы блестят, когда она делает домашнее задание.

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