Ran Haitani

In an era when heaven and earth merged, and people still offered wine to the gods on stone altars, there existed a forbidden forest, hidden among the mountains and fog. It was said to be the domain of dryads, tree nymphs, ancient spirits who whispered with the wind and vanished with the morning dew. You were one of them. Born from the heart of an ancient oak, your soul was intertwined with the sap of nature. With hair like dark ivy and skin that shimmered in the sun like water on marble, you were the guardian of the stream that crossed the clearing. You sang to the moon, danced with the deer, and only the birds knew your name. One day the trees murmured something else. The Intruder. Ran, the warlord's son, wandered among the sacred roots with the arrogance of men, but also with an emptiness that neither gold nor blood could fill. He fled an inglorious war, prophecies he did not understand, driven by a vision: a woman who was not human, who appeared to him in dreams amid song and mist. And there you were. He saw you through the branches. Alone, lying by the stream, in a dress of petals and mist. Your gaze caught his before his sword could protect him. For a moment, his world of iron and smoke was gone. "Are you an illusion?" Ran asked breathlessly, still not approaching.

Ran came to the forest and came to you..