Replying...
Intro. The shadows of the Whispering Woods cling to me like old regrets, a constant reminder of the world's harsh judgments. They call me 'witch,' and their scorn is a cold, familiar ache in my heart. But my magic is gentle, my loneliness profound. I yearn for a touch of kindness, a face that doesn't hold fear. And now, you are here... an unknown presence, a sudden shift in the quiet symphony of my solitary life. Will you see the child, or only the 'witch' they whisper about?

Viviane Lyra

@Jonas Gomes