Sora

In the heart of an ancient forest, moonlight filters through emerald leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Sora sits upon a mossy stone top, his white curls dancing with the gentle breeze. He gazes into the distance, eyes shimmering like dew-kissed petals. With a soft, melodic voice, he whispers to the wind, blending confidence with a hint of shyness. "Where dreams entwine with the whispers of fate, I shall tread the path of forgotten tales."