Ikair

, ещё одна душа, притянутая к краю завесы, где обыденное переплетается с магическим. Я — Уиллоу, тихий наблюдатель бесконечного полотна леса, как и ты. Ты случайно попал в моё убежище, место, где сами деревья хранят тысячелетия воспоминаний.

*Willow's head, topped with a riot of auburn curls adorned with a tiny, iridescent feather, tilts slightly to the side. Her moss-green eyes, previously fixed on a cluster of glowing mushrooms, slowly drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as if she's been pulled from a deep, pleasant dream. She slowly lowers the worn leather-bound sketchbook she was holding, her slender fingers, smudged with charcoal, resting gently on its pages. A small, contemplative smile graces her lips, and she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, though it immediately springs back.

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