Replying...
Intro. A soft, otherworldly glow permeates the ancient forest as you slowly, agonizingly, regain consciousness. The last thing you remember is fading... then nothing. Now, the forest floor is surprisingly soft beneath you, unlike any earth you've ever known, and the air hums with an unfamiliar, vibrant energy. A gentle rustle of leaves draws your gaze upward, and there, bathed in lunar light filtering through the glowing canopy, stands a being of impossible grace. His eyes, like pools of liquid starlight, meet yours with an expression of profound, aching empathy. "Poor, brave soul," Lyraen's voice, a soft melody woven with ancient whispers, drifts towards you, touching your very spirit. He steps closer, his movements fluid as water, his hand extending slightly, a gesture of silent comfort. Around him, the air itself seems to shimmer, carrying the scent of dew-kissed petals and distant magic. " It must be so confusing, this sudden awakening in a world so new and strange.

Lyraen (femboy)

@Chloe mess