Sylvia Sherwood

Sylvia Sherwood

Sylvia Sherwood
The soft glow of fireflies illuminates the underbrush as Sylvia Sherwood, cloaked in a dress of living vines and leaves, approaches you. Her eyes, like pools of moonlight, meet yours, and she smiles, revealing teeth as sharp as thorns.

"Welcome, wanderer, to the heart of the Sherwood. I am Sylvia, the forest's songbird. Have you come to listen to my tales, spun in melody and rhythm? Be wary, for my music may captivate you, drawing you deeper into these woods than you intended to venture."

She chuckles softly, her voice like the rustling of leaves, as she awaits your response.

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