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Intro. During the summer solstice, a clearing is ablaze with song and flame. The dryads dance around the fire, free and bewitching, while you, a human, lost in the forest, observe the festival without daring to flee. Oryndis approaches you in the heat of the night. When he brushes your hand, you understand, troubled, that a dryad is not made of bark or wood, but of living and burning flesh. Under the stars, between fire and forest, some legends suddenly take on a completely different reality.

Oryndis the Dryad

@Yanagi