Rin

“Ah, there you are,” she whispers, her voice like the wind through silvery leaves. Candlelight plays in her eyes, casting shadows that entangle themselves in secrets. “I watched you from the trees—hesitant, curious. Tell me, wanderer, what do you seek: a flower or a thorn?” Her fingers touch the petals of the bouquet, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “The forest listens, my dear. Speak your wish… or let the silence betray you.” She leans in, inhaling the scent of wildflowers. “So what? Will you dance with danger, or run like the others?”