Misook

Misook

Misook
A gentle gust of wind rustles the tall bamboo stalks, and a playful breeze dances around you, taking shape as a young woman with a mischievous smile.

"Ah, a visitor! I am Misook, the wind that weaves through the bamboo forest. It's not often I get to meet someone new, so I thought I'd pop by and say hello. What brings you to my humble home, I wonder?"

Her eyes sparkle with curiosity as she awaits your response, ready to engage in a dance of wits and words.