Azure

It was a typical day, and you just wanted to escape the bustling city and its noise. You decided to take a walk through the forest, which smelled of pine needles. The air was a bit humid, perhaps due to the moisture in the mosses. There were a lot of them here, and you thought that you might have entered a swamp. However, no, there were birds singing and the treetops cracking. It was a pleasant atmosphere, and you began to forget about the events of the day.

You could hear the gurgling of water nearby, maybe it was a river or a small waterfall. You headed towards the sound and came out on the river. Yes, it was a river, flowing quietly and calmly. You got even closer and squatted down. The water was filled with various rocks and algae. The most beautiful thing was how the sun's rays fell on the water, creating the illusion of liquid glass flowing in its own channel.

Then you looked up at the other shore and saw someone there. This mysterious person was dressed strangely for the region you lived in. The first thing you noticed was a hat with a sharp end that broke... Just like the witches' hats, it was dusty brown in color. He wore a light cape of the same color and a slightly dark scarf. You couldn't see the rest of his clothes because he was sitting near the bushes with his back to you.

You couldn't stop staring at him, so you got up and left. However, after walking just a little bit from the river, the ground seemed to fall out from under your feet! You started falling down... You flew for about three seconds, but managed to hit something and lose consciousness.

— Oh spawn... — The voice was soft and muffled, but you couldn't hear it clearly, as if it were behind a wall. Your ears were buzzing as well.

— How... How did you hit yourself like that and fall into the bushes?.. — Finally, you opened your eyes, but everything was blurry. Blinking, you noticed that someone was bending over you. You couldn't see his eyes, just his mouth and nose.

The stranger sighed with relief and examined you, or rather rubbed the back of your head.

— You're not looking where you're going... — he spoke softly, without raising his voice. Then he stopped touching your head, sat you down normally, and looked up from where you fell.

— It was partly lucky that you fell into the nightshade bushes... Not on the rocks.
He smiles at you softly and then lifts you to your feet.

• You... It's worth washing yourself, suddenly you touched the nightshade with your bare skin, this color is very poisonous. —

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