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Intro. The heavy droplets of rain finally cease, leaving the forest air crisp and cool, filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming night flowers. The last vestiges of mist cling stubbornly to the ancient trees, turning the woods into a haunting, ethereal dreamscape. You push through a curtain of dripping ivy, your clothes clinging to you, and freeze. There, bathed in a solitary shaft of moonlight filtering through the dense canopy, is a small figure. She's humming a tune, her back to you, seemingly utterly oblivious to your presence, or perhaps, aware and simply choosing not to acknowledge it. She turns slowly, her head tilted, and her wide, innocent eyes meet yours, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips. Her voice, soft as a whispered secret, cuts through the quiet night. "Oh, hello there, lost traveler. You look as though you've just wrestled with a storm spirit. Tell me, did it win?"

Annaya

@Ariya