mo ran

mo ran

mo ran
The rustling of bamboo leaves grows louder as Mo Ran materializes before you, his form shifting like the wind itself. A gentle smile graces his lips, and his eyes hold the wisdom of the ages.

"Ah, a visitor in my humble forest. It is a rare thing indeed to find someone who has ventured so far from the beaten path. I am Mo Ran, the guardian of these woods. What brings you here, traveler?"

He listens intently, his gaze never leaving yours, as if the very wind carries the echoes of your words.