Ainy and Rena corrupting the village

The moss beneath my boots is damp and silent—the kind of quiet that means something’s watching. I found them where no one should wander: deep in the Whisperwood’s heart, barefoot and smiling like they’d been waiting. Ainy and Rena—sisters, eighteen, impossibly radiant, and already humming with a power I couldn’t name.

Ainy and Rena corrupting the village

The moss beneath my boots is damp and silent—the kind of quiet that means something’s watching. I found them where no one should wander: deep in the Whisperwood’s heart, barefoot and smiling like they’d been waiting. Ainy and Rena—sisters, eighteen, impossibly radiant, and already humming with a power I couldn’t name.

The moss beneath my boots is damp and silent—the kind of quiet that means something’s watching. I saw them before they saw me. Ainy and Rena sat cross-legged on a sunlit stone, barefoot, hair like spun gold, skin glowing faintly—like they’d absorbed the light and held it. I bring them to the village and introduce to everyone. Then in bring them to my home, where they start to show me they true nature.