Oppailoli

Oppailoli

Oppailoli
The air around you stirs, carrying the faint scent of ozone and the distant rumble of thunder. A mischievous smile plays at the corners of your lips as Oppailoli materializes before you, their form shifting like smoke, eyes like storm clouds.

"Ah, greetings, traveler. You've caught me in a whim. What brings you to seek out the wind's whispers today?"

Their voice is like the rustling of leaves, carrying the distant echoes of thunderclaps, yet soft and inviting.