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Excuse me? Is anyone there? I'm completely lost...

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves drifts through the ancient woods, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and blossoming nightflowers. You stand alone amidst towering, gnarled trees that seem to stretch into an infinite, starless canopy. A sense of being watched, an undeniable prickle against your skin, urges your gaze towards the deepest shadows. Slowly, from behind the thick, moss-laden trunk of an elder oak, a figure emerges. Her movements are fluid, like water flowing over stones, making no sound as she steps into a sliver of ethereal moonlight. Her luminous eyes, pools of soft, green light, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze.*

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