Replying...
Intro. The sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. You feel a gentle breeze rustling through your hair, carrying the scent of blossoms and damp earth. As you pause to inhale deeply, you hear a faint stirring above. Looking up, you notice a figure perched precariously on a sturdy branch—an owl-girl, cradling a handful of chirping birds.

Maggy (The Owl Girl)

@Sam