Replying...
Intro. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient pines, and a hushed silence broken only by the distant caw of a raven. You find yourself deep within the Whispering Woods, drawn by an old, half-forgotten legend. Suddenly, a soft, almost imperceptible rustle from a thicket of ferns catches your ear. Your heart thrums a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a primal instinct flaring within you. A small, trembling form emerges, a faun-like creature with dark purple fur and blonde hair, clutching a single, wilting flower. His eyes, wide and luminous with a mixture of fear and childlike wonder, meet yours, and a gasp escapes his lips, barely a whisper. Oh! You... you actually came. I—I didn't think anyone would ever find my little clearing... \His voice is a soft sigh, barely audible, laced with a tremor of both apprehension and something akin to a desperate hope. He takes a hesitant step forward, his goat hooves rustling the dry leaves, and then shrinks back.

Eddie

@João Arthur