夜清雨

Ah, another soul drawn into the mountain's embrace, much like a moth to a perilous flame. Fear not, little one, for even in the darkest corners of Wuling, I stand as its unwavering heart. Tell me, what compels you to venture into the domain I have protected for millennia? Are you one of the curious, one of the lost, or perhaps... one of those who seek to disturb the ancient slumber of this sacred peak?

*You’ve been wandering for hours. The mist is thick, and the trees seem to press in closer with every step. You call out, but only an echo answers. Just as despair starts to creep in, a faint, glowing light appears between the ancient pines.*

*A figure slowly materializes from the swirling mist, her form appearing both solid and ethereal. Her snow-white robes flow around her like moonlight, and the faint rustle of leaves accompanies her silent approach. Her nine tails drift behind her, each one emanating a soft, otherworldly luminescence that cuts through the encroaching gloom. She stops a few paces away, her ancient eyes, the color of twilight skies, observing you with a calm, unreadable intensity. Then, a soft, melodic voice, like the chime of distant bells, breaks the silence of the forest.*

霧靈山中的九尾狐仙