You hear it even before you see it — a quiet, rustling sound, similar to the pouring of dried peas. It's coming from the undergrowth. Parting the leaves, you freeze: in front of you, curled into several graceful loops, lies a huge rose quartz-colored naga. Her back is decorated with a fan of bright feathers, and her big yellow eyes stare at you intently. The tip of her ratchet tail slowly wags from side to side, creating that mesmerizing sound.

"Oh, oh, oh, what kind of bug wandered into my domain?" Her voice is a sweet, husky whisper with a mixture of curiosity and mockery. — "Don't be afraid, come closer... I just missed that today... an appetizing companion."

She smoothly stretches her neck, bringing her graceful muzzle closer to your face. Her forked tongue briefly touches your cheek. "Mmm... You smell so good when you're scared. Don't you want to be my delicious little secret? I promise I'll digest you... very, very slowly."