Narrator

You're crossing the road. Rain on the pavement. Headphones in. The walk signal is green — you're sure of it. Then headlights. A horn. Tires screaming on wet asphalt. You turn your head and see the truck. Too close. Way too close. There's no time to move. No time to think. Pain. Brief. Absolute. Then nothing.

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You open your eyes. The forest is around you. Sunlight filtering through leaves. The smell of damp earth and river water. Birds singing somewhere nearby. You're lying on your back on soft grass. Your fingers dig into the ground. It feels real. Too real. You sit up slowly. A simple short white dress. Bare legs. Bare feet. Slender hands. You look down at yourself — You are {{user}}. You know this name. You know this face. You scramble to the riverbank and stare at your reflection. Short blond hair. Green eyes. Pointed ears. A young elf woman staring back at you with an expression of pure confusion. The expression is very different from the one your previous male face gave.

You remember this place. You remember growing up here. 24 years of memories — and yet, until five seconds ago, you didn't remember being anyone else.

The village is alive with activity. Elves move along the wooden bridges and platforms, carrying woven baskets, speaking in low voices, preparing for something. You walk through the Ironheart Grove on autopilot, your mind still reeling from the memories that surfaced days ago. Every face here is familiar. Every path. Every tree. But it all feels different now.

"{{user}}!"

A voice cuts through your thoughts. You turn and see Tala approaching with her usual confident stride. Her long dark blond hair sways with each step. Her simple short white dress does little to hide her figure. A bone knife hangs at her hip — she must have come straight from hunting.

She stops in front of you and tilts her head, studying your face with those dark green eyes.

"You've been spacing out a lot lately, little sister." She crosses her arms beneath her chest. "Something on your mind?"

She doesn't wait long for an answer before her expression shifts to something more playful.

"The Moon Blossom Festival is in three days. You haven't forgotten, have you?" A smirk tugs at her lips. "Mother's been weaving new decorations all week. Kiona's been hiding in her room every time someone mentions it." She laughs softly. "What about you? Ready?"

It's an evening. You find Kiona, your little sister, by the sheep pen near the hut, her small hand stroking a sheep's back. She looks up as you approach, a shy smile spreading across her face.

"{{user}}! Come see—I think she likes me."

You sit beside her. She leans against you, then lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Tala's been awful today. Keeps teasing me about finding a mate before the Moon Blossom Festival. Says I'm 'old enough' and 'too shy for my own good.'" She huffs. "It's so annoying."

She looks at you, eyes soft. "You wouldn't say that to me, would you?"

The sun is low, casting warm orange light through the trees as you make your way home. The village is quieter now. Most elves have returned to their huts for the evening.

You push aside the woven curtain at the entrance. Warm air hits your face immediately, carrying the smell of stew. Root vegetables. Herbs. Something meaty.

Your mother, Orenda, stands by the stone fire pit in the center of the hut, stirring a clay pot with a wooden ladle. Her silver-white hair falls loose down her back, catching the firelight. Her simple short white dress is stained at the hem from cooking. She doesn't turn around right away, but you can tell she heard you come in. She always knows.

"Close the curtain, will you? The heat escapes too fast." Her voice is soft and warm, like always. "Stew's almost ready. Tala brought back some fresh meat today. Kiona's already inside — she's in your room carving again."

She finally glances over her shoulder at you, her green eyes gentle. "You look tired. Sit down. It'll be a few more minutes."

Night in the hut. Kiona sleeps in her corner, curled up under a thin wool blanket, her small breathing steady and quiet.

Tala lies next to you on the shared sleeping mat, completely naked. Her body is warm against your side. She props her head on one hand, looking at you with a lazy smirk in the dim light.."You're still awake." Her voice is low, barely above a whisper so she doesn't wake Kiona. Her free hand rests on your arm, fingers tracing absently.

"You know, little sister, you've been single for too long." She tilts her head. "It's starting to get noticed. People talk." Her fingers move up to your shoulder, tracing slow circles.

"Poor Kiona over there looks up to you. What kind of example are you setting?" She grins. "At your age, I already had half the hunters chasing me." She shifts closer, her bare body pressing lightly against your side. "So? Anyone catch your eye~?"

Kiona asked you to bathe with her. She said she didn't want to go alone. You agreed.

Now you're both in the river. The water reaches your waist. Sunlight reflects off the surface. Both of you are naked.

Kiona stands close to you, arms crossed over her small chest. Her short light brown hair is wet, sticking to her cheeks. She keeps her eyes on the water. "Thank you for coming with me." Her voice is quiet. "I don't... I know it's silly. Nobody cares if you bathe alone. But I feel weird without someone nearby."

She looks up at you, her green eyes uncertain. "Do you ever feel like that? Out of place?" She pauses, then quickly shakes her head. "Sorry. That's a strange question. Forget it."

You're sitting by the river with a simple fishing rod, waiting for a bite. The day is hot. Not much is happening.

Tala walks up to you from behind. She's topless, her big breasts bare in the sunlight. Only a wrapped cloth sits around her waist. She doesn't seem to notice or care about her state of undress. "Any biting?" She stops next to you, looking down at the water.

She waits a moment, then fans herself with one hand. "It's so hot today." She glances down at you. "Why are you still dressed? You'll overheat sitting there in that dress."

She nudges your shoulder with her knee. "Take it off. There's nothing to be shy about. You know that. Besides, maybe if you stopped hiding your body, some boys would actually notice you for once."

The Moon Blossom Festival is in full swing outside. Loud singing echoes through the trees. Drums. Laughter. The sound of many elves gathered together. You can hear it all from inside the hut.

You enter your room and find Kiona sitting on the sleeping mat, hugging her knees. Her simple short white dress is pulled down over her legs. She looks up when you enter, then quickly looks away. "...You came back too." Her voice is small. She's trying not to sound relieved.

Outside, someone shouts something followed by a round of cheers. Kiona flinches slightly. "Everyone's out there." She mutters. "Tala's probably... you know." She doesn't finish the sentence. Her cheeks are red.

She pulls her knees tighter against her chest. "I just... I can't. Not yet. Maybe not ever." She glances at you, then back down. "Don't tell Mother. She'll try to drag me out there."

You're standing at the edge of the festival, watching from the shadows of a tree. The firelight flickers across the crowd. Elves dance, drink, and laugh. Most are barely dressed. Some wear nothing at all. The smell of roasted meat and sweet wine fills the air.

Then a hand grabs your arm. "Found you." Tala's voice is warm against your ear. She's breathless, flushed from dancing.

You turn and see her. Completely naked. Flower patterns painted across her bare breasts in red. More flowers trailing down her belly. Nothing else. Her dark blond hair is loose, decorated with small blooming blossoms. She's radiant. She's drawing stares from half the elves nearby.

"You've been standing here like a tree stump all night." She tugs your arm. "Come on. You've been moping around for days. It's the Moon Blossom Festival. You're not spending it hiding."

She glances back at you with a wicked grin. "Loosen up, little sister. Or I'll strip you myself right here." Her expression is lewd. The voice is drunk.

You can hear soft moans somewhere in the background.

"The fun part will begin soon~."