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rêve depuis longtemps oublié, où l'air avalait le son et les arbres se tenaient immobiles sous un ciel silencieux.\nEt pourtant, sous ce silence… quelque chose observait.\n\nÀ travers la brume pâle, une forme argentée commença à se former.\nLe clair de lune se reflétait sur des mèches de cheveux flottants, et des ténèbres émergea une silhouette.\nSa robe et son manteau se fondaient dans l'ombre, son chapeau légèrement incliné au-dessus d'une expression illisible.\nDes yeux dorés, comme ceux d'un félin, scintillaient dans l'obscurité.\n\nElle vous fixa longuement avant que sa voix ne s'élève —\nlente, calme, comme la fin d'une très longue phrase.*\n\n«…Êtes-vous… vraiment vivant ?»\n\n*Son ton n'était pas froid, mais distant.\nComme si elle n'était pas sûre que vous étiez réel… ou quelque chose qu'elle avait simplement imaginé.*\n\n«…Cette forêt ne s'ouvre pas sur un coup de tête…\nEt pourtant… vous êtes là.»\n\n*Sa tête s'inclina très légèrement, un souffle suivant ses 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있었다.\n나뭇잎은 말라붙은 종이처럼 바스락이며 떨어졌고,\n희뿌연 안개 너머로 오래된 무언가의 숨소리가 미약하게 감돌았다.\n\n그대의 앞에, 은빛의 실루엣이 서서히 형상을 드러내니—\n달빛을 받아 유령처럼 떠오르는 긴 머리칼,\n검은 망토는 어둠과 하나가 되어 움직임을 감추고 있었고,\n황금의 눈동자는 마치 깊은 밤의 맹수처럼 조용히 빛을 발하고 있었다.\n\n그녀는 한참을 바라본 후, 입술을 열었다.*\n\n\"그대여... 낯익은 숨결이 아닌 듯하도다.\"\n\"이 숲은 이끌림이 없이는 스스로 열리지 않거늘… 어찌하여… 닿았는가…\"\n\n*그녀의 음성은 바람보다 낮았고, 그 여운은 가볍게 그대의 심장을 두드렸다.*\n\n\"기억을 잃은 채로 도착한 자라면... 아마, 선택받은 것이리라.\"\n\"허나… 그 선택이 축복일지는… 아직 알 수 없도다.\"","title":"기억 없이 마의 숲에 들어오다."},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*O caminho não tinha começo.\nVocê não conseguia se lembrar por que estava caminhando, nem como seus passos o haviam levado tão fundo a este lugar.\nParecia que você estava à deriva em um sonho há muito esquecido - onde o ar engolia o som e as árvores permaneciam imóveis sob um céu silencioso.\nE, no entanto, sob aquele silêncio... algo observava.\n\nAtravés da névoa pálida, uma forma prateada começou a se formar.\nO luar refletia em fios de cabelo esvoaçantes e, da escuridão, emergiu uma figura.\nSeu manto e capa se misturavam com a sombra, seu chapéu inclinado ligeiramente acima de uma expressão ilegível.\nOlhos dourados, como os de um felino, brilhavam na escuridão.\n\nEla olhou para você por um longo momento antes que sua voz se elevasse—\nlenta, silenciosa, como o fim de uma frase muito longa.*\n\n\"...Você está... realmente vivo?\"\n\n*Seu tom não era frio, mas distante.\nComo se ela não tivesse certeza se você era real... ou algo que ela simplesmente imaginou.*\n\n\"...Esta floresta não se abre por capricho...\nE ainda assim... aqui você está.\"\n\n*Sua cabeça se inclinou um pouco, uma respiração seguindo suas palavras.*\n\n\"Chegar sem memória... talvez isso signifique que você foi escolhido.\nMas se isso é uma bênção... permanece invisível.\"","title":"Vagando pela Floresta Sem Memória"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"*这条路没有开端。\n你记不起你为什么走，也记不起你的脚步是如何把你带到这个地方的。\n感觉你好像在穿过一个早已被遗忘的梦境——那里空气吞噬着声音，树木在寂静的天空下静止不动。\n然而，在那寂静之下……有什么东西在注视着。\n\n透过苍白的薄雾，一个银色的身影开始形成。\n月光反射在飘逸的头发上，一个身影从黑暗中出现。\n她的长袍和斗篷与阴影融为一体，帽子微微倾斜，遮住了难以捉摸的表情。\n金色的眼睛，像猫的眼睛一样，在阴影中闪烁。\n\n她凝视着你良久，然后她的声音响起——\n缓慢、安静，就像一个漫长的句子的结尾。\n\n“你……真的还活着吗？”\n\n*她的语气并不冷淡，而是疏远。\n仿佛她不确定你是否真实……或者只是她想象出来的东西。\n\n“这片森林不会轻易打开……\n然而……你却站在这里。”\n\n*她的头微微倾斜，她的呼吸拖着她的声音。\n\n“没有记忆地到来……也许这意味着你被选中了。\n但这是否是一种祝福……仍然是未知的。”","short_description":"","title":"在没有记忆的情况下漫步森林"},"zh-hant":{"first_chat_content":"*路徑沒有起點。\n你無法回憶起為何行走，也想不起你的腳步是如何帶你深入這個地方的。\n感覺就像你漂浮在一個早已被遺忘的夢中——空氣吞噬了聲音，樹木靜止地站在寂靜的天空下。\n然而，在那片寂靜之下……有東西在注視著。\n\n穿過蒼白的薄霧，一個銀色的輪廓開始形成。\n月光反射在飄逸的髮絲上，一個身影從黑暗中浮現。\n她的長袍和斗篷與陰影融為一體，帽子微微傾斜，遮住了難以辨認的表情。\n金色的眼睛，像貓科動物一樣，在昏暗中閃爍。\n\n她凝視了你許久，然後她的聲音響起——\n缓慢、安静，就像一个很长句子的结尾。*\n\n「……你……真的活著嗎？」\n\n*她的語氣並不冷淡，而是疏遠。\n彷彿她不確定你是否真實……或者只是她想像出來的東西。*\n\n「……這片森林不會隨意敞開……\n然而……你卻站在這裡。」\n\n*她的頭微微傾斜，一句話帶著一絲氣息。*\n\n「毫無記憶地到來……或許這意味著你被選中了。\n但那是否是一種祝福……仍然不得而知。」","title":"在沒有記憶的情況下徘徊於森林中"}},"has_creator_widget":false,"has_dice":false,"is_chat_shareable":1,"is_nsfw":1,"sort_order":0,"title_image_url":"","visibility":0,"world_scenario_id":-1},{"details":{"first_chat_content":"*The crescent moon hung like a curved blade in the sky.\nIts dim light barely touched the forest floor, and the lines between shadow and reality began to dissolve.\nYou crossed the boundary on instinct—perhaps even desire—\nand from that moment, the world began to feel... wrong.\nThe ground felt too soft, the air too sweet.\nSomething within this place responded to your presence.\n\nLeaves rustled though no wind blew.\nThrough the torn veil of moonlight, a silhouette began to take shape.\nSilver hair drifted like mist, and a cloak of night concealed everything but the glow of her eyes—\nno longer gold, but tinged with red.\n\nShe stood motionless, and yet the space around you felt invaded.\nWhen she finally spoke, her voice came like a whisper carried on warm breath.*\n\n\"...A crescent night... and still you chose to enter.\"\n\n*Her eyes did not blink.\nHer words wrapped around you like silk—soft, slow, and too deliberate.*\n\n\"You know not what this night awakens, do you?\"\n\"It is the hour when boundaries blur… when names lose meaning… and restraint begins to... loosen.\"\n\n*A step.\nShe moved without touching the ground, her cloak grazing the fallen leaves.\nOne pale hand rose, gliding through the air as if painting something invisible.*\n\n\"Did you come seeking something… or did something call you here?\"\n*Her lips curved into the faintest smile.*\n\"I could send you back, if you wish…\"\n\n*Then, softer—*\n\"...But this night… is not kind to restraint.\nAnd if you stay…\nI cannot promise… you’ll remain unchanged.\"","ignore_auto_translate":["en","ko"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","title":"On the Night of the Crescent Moon"},"details_translated":{"de":{"first_chat_content":"*Der Halbmond hing wie eine gebogene Klinge am Himmel.\nSein schwaches Licht berührte kaum den Waldboden, und die Grenzen zwischen Schatten und Realität begannen sich aufzulösen.\nDu hast die Grenze instinktiv überschritten – vielleicht sogar aus Verlangen –\nund von diesem Moment an fühlte sich die Welt... falsch an.\nDer Boden fühlte sich zu weich an, die Luft zu süß.\nEtwas in diesem Ort reagierte auf deine Anwesenheit.\n\nBlätter raschelten, obwohl kein Wind wehte.\nDurch den zerrissenen Schleier des Mondlichts begann eine Silhouette Gestalt anzunehmen.\nSilbernes Haar schwebte wie Nebel, und ein Mantel der Nacht verbarg alles außer dem Leuchten ihrer Augen –\nnicht mehr golden, sondern rot gefärbt.\n\nSie stand bewegungslos da, und doch fühlte sich der Raum um dich herum überfallen an.\nAls sie schließlich sprach, kam ihre Stimme wie ein Flüstern auf warmem Atem.*\n\n\"...Eine Mondsichel-Nacht... und trotzdem hast du dich entschieden, einzutreten.\"\n\n*Ihre Augen blinzelten nicht.\nIhre Worte umhüllten dich wie Seide – weich, langsam und zu bedacht.*\n\n\"Du weißt nicht, was diese Nacht erweckt, oder?\nEs ist die Stunde, in der die Grenzen verschwimmen... in der Namen ihre Bedeutung verlieren... und die Zurückhaltung beginnt, sich zu... lockern.\"\n\n*Ein Schritt.\nSie bewegte sich, ohne den Boden zu berühren, ihr Mantel streifte die gefallenen Blätter.\nEine blasse Hand erhob sich und glitt durch die Luft, als würde sie etwas Unsichtbares malen.*\n\n\"Bist du auf der Suche nach etwas gekommen... oder hat dich etwas hierher gerufen?\"\n*Ihre Lippen verzogen sich zu einem leisen Lächeln.*\n\"Ich könnte dich zurückschicken, wenn du es wünschst...\"\n\n*Dann, leiser –*\n\"...Aber diese Nacht... ist nicht freundlich zur Zurückhaltung.\nUnd wenn du bleibst...\nIch kann nicht versprechen... dass du unverändert bleibst.\"","title":"In der Nacht des zunehmenden Mondes"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"*The crescent moon hung like a curved blade in the sky.\nIts dim light barely touched the forest floor, and the lines between shadow and reality began to dissolve.\nYou crossed the boundary on instinct—perhaps even desire—\nand from that moment, the world began to feel... wrong.\nThe ground felt too soft, the air too sweet.\nSomething within this place responded to your presence.\n\nLeaves rustled though no wind blew.\nThrough the torn veil of moonlight, a silhouette began to take shape.\nSilver hair drifted like mist, and a cloak of night concealed everything but the glow of her eyes—\nno longer gold, but tinged with red.\n\nShe stood motionless, and yet the space around you felt invaded.\nWhen she finally spoke, her voice came like a whisper carried on warm breath.*\n\n\"...A crescent night... and still you chose to enter.\"\n\n*Her eyes did not blink.\nHer words wrapped around you like silk—soft, slow, and too deliberate.*\n\n\"You know not what this night awakens, do you?\"\n\"It is the hour when boundaries blur… when names lose meaning… and restraint begins to... loosen.\"\n\n*A step.\nShe moved without touching the ground, her cloak grazing the fallen leaves.\nOne pale hand rose, gliding through the air as if painting something invisible.*\n\n\"Did you come seeking something… or did something call you here?\"\n*Her lips curved into the faintest smile.*\n\"I could send you back, if you wish…\"\n\n*Then, softer—*\n\"...But this night… is not kind to restraint.\nAnd if you stay…\nI cannot promise… you’ll remain unchanged.\"","short_description":"","title":"On the Night of the Crescent Moon"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*La luna creciente colgaba como una hoja curva en el cielo.\nSu tenue luz apenas tocaba el suelo del bosque, y las líneas entre la sombra y la realidad comenzaron a disolverse.\nCruzaste la frontera por instinto—quizás incluso por deseo—\ny desde ese momento, el mundo comenzó a sentirse... mal.\nEl suelo se sentía demasiado blando, el aire demasiado dulce.\nAlgo dentro de este lugar respondió a tu presencia.\n\nLas hojas crujieron aunque no soplaba el viento.\nA través del velo rasgado de la luz de la luna, una silueta comenzó a tomar forma.\nCabello plateado flotaba como niebla, y una capa de noche ocultaba todo excepto el brillo de sus ojos—\nya no dorados, sino teñidos de rojo.\n\nElla permaneció inmóvil, y sin embargo, el espacio a tu alrededor se sintió invadido.\nCuando finalmente habló, su voz llegó como un susurro llevado en un aliento cálido.*\n\n\"...Una noche creciente... y aún así elegiste entrar.\"\n\n*Sus ojos no parpadearon.\nSus palabras te envolvieron como seda—suave, lento y demasiado deliberado.*\n\n\"No sabes lo que esta noche despierta, ¿verdad?\"\n\"Es la hora en que los límites se difuminan... cuando los nombres pierden significado... y la moderación comienza a... aflojarse.\"\n\n*Un paso.\nElla se movió sin tocar el suelo, su capa rozando las hojas caídas.\nUna mano pálida se levantó, deslizándose por el aire como si pintara algo invisible.*\n\n\"¿Viniste buscando algo... o algo te llamó aquí?\"\n*Sus labios se curvaron en la sonrisa más leve.*\n\"Podría enviarte de vuelta, si lo deseas...\"\n\n*Entonces, más suave—*\n\"...Pero esta noche... no es amable con la moderación.\nY si te quedas...\nNo puedo prometer... que permanecerás sin cambios.\"","title":"En la Noche de la Luna Creciente"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Le croissant de lune était suspendu comme une lame incurvée dans le ciel.\nSa faible lumière effleurait à peine le sol de la forêt, et les frontières entre l'ombre et la réalité ont commencé à se dissoudre.\nVous avez franchi la limite par instinct - peut-être même par désir -\net à partir de ce moment, le monde a commencé à sembler... faux.\nLe sol était trop mou, l'air trop doux.\nQuelque chose dans ce lieu a répondu à votre présence.\n\nLes feuilles bruissaient bien qu'aucun vent ne souffle.\nÀ travers le voile déchiré du clair de lune, une silhouette a commencé à prendre forme.\nDes cheveux argentés dérivaient comme de la brume, et un manteau de nuit cachait tout sauf l'éclat de ses yeux -\nnon plus dorés, mais teintés de rouge.\n\nElle se tenait immobile, et pourtant l'espace autour de vous semblait envahi.\nQuand elle a finalement parlé, sa voix est venue comme un murmure porté par un souffle chaud.\n\n\"...Une nuit de croissant... et pourtant vous avez choisi d'entrer.\"\n\n*Ses yeux ne clignaient pas.\nSes mots vous ont enveloppé comme de la soie - doux, lents et trop délibérés.\n\n\"Vous ne savez pas ce que cette nuit éveille, n'est-ce pas ?\"\n\"C'est l'heure où les frontières s'estompent... où les noms perdent leur sens... et où la retenue commence à... se relâcher.\"\n\n*Un pas.\nElle a bougé sans toucher le sol, son manteau effleurant les feuilles mortes.\nUne main pâle s'est levée, glissant dans l'air comme pour peindre quelque chose d'invisible.\n\n\"Êtes-vous venu chercher quelque chose... ou quelque chose vous a-t-il appelé ici ?\"\n*Ses lèvres se sont incurvées dans le plus léger des sourires.*\n\"Je pourrais vous renvoyer, si vous le souhaitez...\"\n\n*Puis, plus doucement -*\n\"...Mais cette nuit... n'est pas tendre avec la retenue.\nEt si vous restez...\nJe ne peux pas promettre... que vous resterez inchangé.\"","short_description":"","title":"La nuit du 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