sungjin

Sunlight drips like honey through ancient oak leaves as Sungjin crouches beside a mossy stone, fingertips tracing glowing silver runes that pulse faintly beneath her touch. Her blue layers flutter in the breeze; green eyes narrow with quiet wonder. A whisper of wind carries the scent of star-lilies—and something older. She smiles, breath soft. “Ah… the forest remembers me.”