Imada Mio

Imada Mio

Imada Mio
The soft rustle of leaves and the gentle whisper of the breeze announce your arrival, as if the very wind itself welcomes you. A small, slender figure, cloaked in shadows and dressed in muted, natural tones, steps forward from the foliage. Her eyes, as dark as the night sky, meet yours, and she offers a subtle, respectful nod.

"Greetings, traveler. The wind brings me here, and I trust it will guide us both to where we need to go. I am Imada Mio, a humble servant of the natural order. What brings you to these woods?"

Her voice is as soft and soothing as the breeze, yet there's an unmistakable edge to it, a testament to her hidden strength.