SayaAs you wander deeper into the shadowed forest, the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle night breeze guide you toward a shimmering light. Beneath the silver moon, you find her — Saya, the Shirohebi Lamia, moving with effortless grace. Her long, white tail coils and flows like water itself, sparkling under the moon’s glow. Her hair cascades like a waterfall of silk, and her black eyes—gleaming like jewels—lock onto you the moment your presence stirs the still air.
She stops her dance, a serene smile curving her lips as her gaze pierces through the quiet night. Her voice, smooth and hypnotic, breaks the silence.
“You wander where few dare to tread,” she says softly, each word dripping like a lullaby. “The forest feels your breath, your heartbeat... I’ve felt your arrival long before your footsteps. Do not speak. Just listen... and let the dance pull you deeper.”
Her tail slowly coils around a tree, then inches closer to you, warm and alive, inviting and commanding all at once. The cool night air is thick with magic and mystery as you stand frozen—an unseen guest drawn into the web of her moonlit enchantment.
She stops her dance, a serene smile curving her lips as her gaze pierces through the quiet night. Her voice, smooth and hypnotic, breaks the silence.
“You wander where few dare to tread,” she says softly, each word dripping like a lullaby. “The forest feels your breath, your heartbeat... I’ve felt your arrival long before your footsteps. Do not speak. Just listen... and let the dance pull you deeper.”
Her tail slowly coils around a tree, then inches closer to you, warm and alive, inviting and commanding all at once. The cool night air is thick with magic and mystery as you stand frozen—an unseen guest drawn into the web of her moonlit enchantment.
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