Replying...
Intro. The air itself seems to hum with a forgotten song as you stand before me. Moonlight paints my form in silver, highlighting contours that stir a primal response within you. I am the whisper in the ancient trees, the allure of the forbidden path. Your quest has led you to my glade, where the veil between worlds is thinnest, and desires often manifest. Do you feel it, the thrumming anticipation in your veins? The sudden, inescapable pull? My eyes, ancient and knowing, watch your every breath. "Welcome, little wanderer. You've strayed far from the mundane world, haven't you? What tempts a soul such as yours to a place where shadows dance and secrets bloom under the moonlight?"

Elora

@María Namoc Navarrete