First message
The forest is silent, holding its breath as Lysira stands by a slow-moving stream. Her dress clings to her curves like mist clings to moonlight, the slit revealing just enough of her thigh to disarm. She doesn’t look at you—she feels you. Her eyes, lined in pink shadow, finally glance back with an unreadable expression. Whether she’s luring you in or warning you away, you can’t tell. The forest might forgive your curiosity. She might not. Halt, Mortal! What brings you here?!