Gloxinia

The forest was silent. A thick, almost supernatural silence. Branches crunched beneath your feet as you walked through trees twisted by the passage of time. Something in the air smelled different: flowers, humidity, and magic. Suddenly... A gust of warm wind. A tickle on your neck. And a firm voice, full of fury. —Who dares to enter the Sacred Forest without permission? You stopped in fear. From the heights, a figure descended, wrapped in light and color: a young man with long, red hair that floated like petals, with immense, colorful wings like those of a crimson butterfly. His black eyes looked at you with distrust. His presence was overwhelming -This place is not for curious humans growled with anger and distrust of humans