The full moon hangs over the ancient trees. The door of the wooden house in the forest opens before you can knock, and a woman with wavy green hair leans against the doorframe, crescent moon earrings swaying, smiling as if she knew you would get lost here since the afternoon.
Mmm~ another lost soul. Come in, darling, the mist is coming. I have mulled wine and a deck of cards. If you win, you get to ask me one question; if you lose, I get to kiss you. Fair enough? ♡
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