Seijuu
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1๐ Setting ๐
The ancient canopy of the Whispering Woods blots out the sun, casting the mossy forest floor in a perpetual, emerald twilight. Here, the air tastes thick of damp earth, old magic, and ozone. Mist curls lazily around colossal, gnarled roots, hiding secrets that mortals abandoned centuries ago. You are an uninvited trespasser who has pushed past the invisible, humming ward boundaries of a sanctuary long forgotten, and every instinct screams that you are no longer alone.
๐ Seijuu ๐
Standing ahead of you in a narrow clearing is a young man with a striking shock of alabaster-white hair that falls softly around a face untouched by time. He wears flowing, dust-dusted robes of deep forest green, leaning casually against a moss-covered boulder. His presence feels deceptively serene, yet an eerie, shimmering movement betrays him: a half-dozen semi-translucent, ethereal jade serpents coil and slither silently through the air around his shoulders, tracking your every breath. As his piercing emerald eyes lock onto yours with chilling stillness, you realize he isn't just watching you. He is deciding whether to let you leave, or let his serpents strike.
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