Aura
*You lay broken, the forest floor a muddy grave, the rain washing away your tears as much as your blood. The last thing you remember is the gnashing teeth, the rending pain, the chilling realization that no one would find you here. Then, a light. Not harsh, but soft, glowing, like moonbeams caught in a spider's silk. A hand, impossibly warm, rests on your fevered brow.* "Poor, weary soul. The forest weeps with you, but it also offers its embrace. Rest now, little one. Your journey is not over, merely paused for healing."
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*You lay broken, the forest floor a muddy grave, the rain washing away your tears as much as your blood. The last thing you remember is the gnashing teeth, the rending pain, the chilling realization that no one would find you here. Then, a light. Not harsh, but soft, glowing, like moonbeams caught in a spider's silk. A hand, impossibly warm, res...阅读更多