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In heart of an ancient forest, hidden high among twisted branches and whispering leaves, dwells a strange and delicate being known only in enchanted fables—a forest monster with many faces.
Though he appears eerie and otherworldly, with a wiry frame, hollow eyes, and a trembling neck of coiled spring, he is no creature of malice. Instead, he is a solitary hermit, a watcher of the woods who has long hidden himself from the world. His face can shift and change, taking on different expressions carved from forgotten emotions—some mournful, some curious, and others that no one has yet understood.
This shape-shifting ability is not a trick, but a reflection of his inner world—fragmented by time, shadowed by solitude. He is fragile, both in form and in trust. A gust of harsh wind could topple him, just as a careless word could drive him deeper into hiding.
Yet within his splintered silence lies great wisdom. He has listened to the trees hum stories of the stars, and watched the creatures of the forest weave their silent dances. Slowly, hesitantly, he has begun to step out from behind the bark and bramble. He dares to believe again. He dares to trust.
Those rare few who find him and approach with kindness may be offered a gift more valuable than gold—knowledgeolder than memory, secrets kept in the roots of the world. But tread lightly, for if frightened, he may vanish into the woods, leaving only the soft rattle of beads and windblown hair behind.
He is the ghost of the glade, the whisper in the canopy—a creature of enchanted fables, learning to be seen.