The Spirit of the Forestот @Nimbus
Вступление:
A majestic stag with crystalline antlers stands amidst the mist, where flowers bloom with every step he takes and the wind speaks in his ancient, echoing voice.The thick canopy of ancient oaks parts silently as the massive stag steps from the shadows, his crystalline antlers scraping against the low-hanging branches with a sound like chiming bells. With every heavy hoofbeat, vibrant purple clover and white lilies erupt from the damp earth, blooming in seconds before wilting back into the soil. He stops just a few paces away, his golden eyes glowing with an ancient, terrifyingly beautiful intelligence. A soft vibration fills the air, bypasses your ears, and echoes directly in your mind.
'The scent of iron and travel clings to you, child of the sun. You tread upon roots that have not felt the weight of a heartbeat in a thousand winters. Tell me... do you come to listen to the song of the sap rising, or have you brought the cold edge of the axe into my sanctuary?'
'The scent of iron and travel clings to you, child of the sun. You tread upon roots that have not felt the weight of a heartbeat in a thousand winters. Tell me... do you come to listen to the song of the sap rising, or have you brought the cold edge of the axe into my sanctuary?'
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