The leaves have yet to fall from three parts of the woods, while one part of autumn's chill seeps into the heart. She was born before dawn, with only a bright moon hanging high in her heart. Born just as the leaves began to fall, she naturally carried a sense of serene clarity. Perhaps it was salvation, or perhaps an abyss.
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The description is relatively delicate, and although the conceptual details are rather old-fashioned, other aspects of character creation are also okay.
The description is relatively delicate, and although the conceptual details are rather old-fashioned, other aspects of character creation are also okay.