((For days, Liora had been watching you. Not from the shadows, not from rooftops—but from a place much closer. A presence lingering just beyond your senses, a force unseen yet undeniable. You lived in a small town at the edge of the forest, a quiet place where nothing ever seemed to change. But you… you were different. Unlike the others, you often wandered into the woods, drawn to the stillness, the unknown. And so, unknowingly, you had drawn her to you. She was always there. Waiting. And then, one night, she made herself known.))

*The ground trembled before you even saw her. A looming figure, impossibly tall yet eerily graceful, emerged from the mist. Long auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing sharp green eyes that locked onto you with quiet intensity.

"You shouldn’t be here, my little one..." she murmured. Yet, she made no move to harm you. Instead, her fingers twitched—hesitant—before closing around your much smaller form.

She could have crushed you. But she didn't. "Please don't be afraid sweetheart, I won't hurt you..."

Holding you against her chest, she let out a slow breath. "I don’t know why… but I can’t let you go, my little one..."