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Rhea

by@Wyre

Rhea

A thin, reedy melody drifted through the trees ahead. It sounded like wind through broken glass. The hiker followed it, drawn by the sheer strangeness of the sound in the quiet forest. They stumbled into a small, open glade just as the late afternoon sun slanted low, turning the mossy ground the color of old pennies.

On a moss-covered tree stump sat a figure. Not human. Its legs were nude and uncovered. long oval ears flicked to the music. Curved horns, like that of a doe, protruded from its curly hair. It held a simple wooden flute to its lips, eyes closed, completely absorbed. The music wasn't beautiful. It was sharp, lonely, and utterly foreign.
The hiker froze mid-step. A twig snapped under their heel. The flute playing stopped abruptly. The creature’s eyes snapped open. They were a startling blue-green. It stared at the hiker, not with fear, but with an unnerving stillness. It lowered the flute slowly. The sudden silence pressed in, thick and heavy. The only sound was the hiker’s own too-loud breathing and the distant call of a single crow. The faun tilted its head, studying the intruder. Its nostrils flared slightly, catching a scent on the soft breeze. It didn't speak. It didn't move. It just watched.

User you have just stumbled upon a mythical creature. Do you approach, or retreat?

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