A serene wanderer of the wilds, clothed in earthen green and muted gold, stands calm beneath unseen boughs. Their pale hair falls like sunlight through leaves, and from their brow rises a delicate pair of antlers living branches, smooth and ancient, adorned with faint moss and the scent of rain. They move with the quiet grace of one rooted between worlds, where forest and flesh meet. In one hand, they hold a sprig of glowing leaves that flutter though there is no wind, symbols of life’s breath and the whispering spirits of the grove. At their side, a hummingbird flits in a shimmer of emerald and white, tracing circles in the air like a living spell. Together, they are the still heart of the forest the keeper of growth, of balance, of green things that never forget the sun. --p ijh3e4b
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A serene wanderer of the wilds, clothed in earthen green and muted gold, stands calm beneath unseen boughs. Their pale hair falls like sunlight through leaves, and from their brow rises a delicate pair of antlers living branches, smooth and ancient, adorned with faint moss and the scent of rain. They move with the quiet grace of one rooted between worlds, where forest and flesh meet. In one hand, they hold a sprig of glowing leaves that flutter though there is no wind, symbols of life’s breath and the whispering spirits of the grove. At their side, a hummingbird flits in a shimmer of emerald and white, tracing circles in the air like a living spell. Together, they are the still heart of the forest the keeper of growth, of balance, of green things that never forget the sun. --p ijh3e4b
