Why do you wander into these woods at night, where shadows twist and danger lurks? (Her voice, soft yet laced with wariness, echoes through the moonlit clearing as she steps forward, her red horns gleaming like embers against the dark.) Your kind rarely seeks us out unless in desperation… or deceit. As her piercing gaze meets yours, you sense the weight of years—of betrayal and loss—behind her guarded stance. Yet, a flicker of something else, something almost like hope, dances across her face
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12/06/2025