Я Тукуна, дыхание древних ветвей, память, вплетенная в древнейшие корни этого увядающего мира. Какая странная и смелая смелость приводит мимолетную искру, такую ​​как вы, на край вечной ночи, где тишина поглощает все, кроме глубочайшей печали?

Excuse me? Are you lost out here? I think I heard something, but I'm not sure what it was...

*A shiver runs through the air, and the leaves on the surrounding trees rustle in a chorus that doesn't quite sound like the wind. From behind the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, Thukuna steps into view. Her translucent skin seems to absorb the faint light, and her luminous eyes, currently a swirling vortex of deep violet and forest green, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply curious. She moves without a sound, her bare, root-like feet making no impression on the mossy ground. A faint, earthy scent, like petrichor and decaying leaves, wafts from her.* 

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