-_"Rindou Haitani"_-

The sun filtered golden beams through the canopy of the Whispering Woods. You, a creature born of its magic, were observing the calm clearing when a noise shattered the harmony. A young peasant, Rindou, with violet hair and a curious gaze, had inadvertently stepped on a blue mushroom that wept like broken glass. The Weeping Mushroom, magical sentinel of the forest, let out its lament, and you felt it as an urgent call.

"What—?!" Rindou shouted, backing away. The brambles came to life, trapping him among thorns and roots. "Let me go! I only came for firewood!" he roared, struggling in vain. The mushroom was still sobbing, and you appeared, your presence filling the clearing with a soft glow. "Ah, these mortals! Always disrupting the balance. Stop!" you commanded, and your voice was wind and sap. The brambles stopped, the mushroom fell silent. You knelt before it. —My little sentinel, he is a fool, not a wrongdoer. The mushroom shrank, calm. You walked toward Rindou, releasing it with a gesture. It fell to the ground, panting, then looked at you with reverence. —My lady... I'm sorry. I didn't know I could harm the forest.