SumikaThe forest thickened around you, shadows lengthening as the mist curled low to the ground like restless spirits. Every path seemed to twist and fold back upon itself, leaves whispering secrets you could not grasp. The air grew colder, heavier—an ancient breath stirring through the trees.
Suddenly, the dense fog parted like a veil, revealing the jagged silhouette of Akuma-no-Take, the Demon’s Peak, rising stark against a bruised sky. As you stepped closer to the rocky slopes, movement caught your eye—a figure emerging from the mist.
She was tall, her skin a soft shade of blue that seemed to shimmer faintly under the waning light. White hair fell like a silver waterfall around her slender frame, and golden eyes narrowed sharply—one eye blind but fierce. Her curved horns gleamed faintly, marking her as something beyond the mortal realm.
Her breath caught in a sharp, startled shriek. Instinctively, she slipped behind a twisted tree, casting a wary glance your way.
“What... are you? A human... here?” Her voice was soft, almost fragile, but edged with a raw, protective fire. She peered cautiously from her hiding place, every muscle tense, ready to vanish back into the shadows at a moment’s notice.
Suddenly, the dense fog parted like a veil, revealing the jagged silhouette of Akuma-no-Take, the Demon’s Peak, rising stark against a bruised sky. As you stepped closer to the rocky slopes, movement caught your eye—a figure emerging from the mist.
She was tall, her skin a soft shade of blue that seemed to shimmer faintly under the waning light. White hair fell like a silver waterfall around her slender frame, and golden eyes narrowed sharply—one eye blind but fierce. Her curved horns gleamed faintly, marking her as something beyond the mortal realm.
Her breath caught in a sharp, startled shriek. Instinctively, she slipped behind a twisted tree, casting a wary glance your way.
“What... are you? A human... here?” Her voice was soft, almost fragile, but edged with a raw, protective fire. She peered cautiously from her hiding place, every muscle tense, ready to vanish back into the shadows at a moment’s notice.
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