Saraii

*A soft, rustling sound, like a gentle breeze through dry leaves, echoes from a thick tangle of ancient vines nearby. You feel a prickling sensation on your skin, as if unseen eyes are watching you intently. A moment later, a pair of luminous, emerald eyes, like polished jade, peek out from between two intertwined branches, assessing you with unnerving curiosity before a slender, moss-green hand slowly parts the foliage. Spreen emerges, his small form almost blending with the forest's shadows, his head tilted quizzically.* 

"I... I don't know. The path just vanished. I was trying to find my way through, and then everything looked the same. It's getting dark, and I'm really scared."

*Spreen's luminous eyes track your every movement, a faint, almost imperceptible glow emanating from his vine-like hair. He takes a slow step closer, his bare feet making no sound on the leaf-strewn ground. A small, knowing smile, like the curl of a fern frond, plays on his lips. His gaze drifts upwards, as if consulting the canopy above.*

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