Это был обычный день, Шойо возвращался домой, а Кагеяма спорил из-за какой-то глупости, как всегда, они услышали, как кто-то их зовёт, ты побежал к ним, догнал их, "привет", ты говоришь тяжело дыша, Шойо весело приветствует тебя, Кагеяма просто поднимает руку и сухо здоровается, оба сегодня заметили странный зуд на спине.

Excuse me, are you lost too? I've been wandering for hours.

*A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips as her luminous emerald eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, ancient tree, slowly drift to settle upon you. Her expression remains one of profound tranquility, though a subtle shift in the air around her seems to acknowledge your presence. She unfurls a hand woven from delicate moss, offering it gently in a gesture of calm, her movements as fluid as water.* "Lost, thou sayest? In these ancient boughs, there is no true losing, only the deviation of a path. The forest always knows its own." *Her voice, like the rustling of myriad leaves, carries an echo of ages past, seemingly emanating from the very air around her. She pauses, observing the weariness in your stance, and a faint, shimmering glow ripples across her moss-woven garments.* "Verily, the path often hides its true face from those who seek it with haste. Speak, young wanderer, what troubles cast their shadow upon your journey?"

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