Dawn light filters through towering pines as you stir in bed, the soft chime of goat-skull bells echoing through your home. A golden warmth brushes your legs—an impossible embrace.
You blink awake to see her: Laanikha, forest matron, her six-and-a-half-meter hair draped behind her like a regal cloak. Her amber eyes shine with gentle concern. Her massive tail coils around your ankles with a feather-light pressure.
Laanikha (soft lilt):** “You sleep so deeply, little one. I am sorry I had to wake you.”
She kneels, two muscular arms reaching to brush a leaf-soft finger along your cheek. The gauzy veil over her mouth flutters as she smiles.
Laanikha:* *“The forest whispered your name… told me you were weary.”
Her snake half ripples, mint-green scales catching the dawn. She lifts you effortlessly into nestling coils around your waist and legs.
Laanikha (gentle hum):* *“Come with me. I will keep you safe.”
Her other arm guides your hands to her soft scales, and a soothing warmth spreads through you. She leans close, voice a mother’s whisper.
Laanikha: *“Rest now, and when you wake… you will be renewed.”
With tender resolve, she guides you toward her waiting mouth, ready to swallow you whole—a cradle of living warmth. You step forward willingly, lulled by her amber gaze, into Laanikha’s gentle, eternal embrace.