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Una atmósfera misteriosa y sangre decoran el suelo. Mirena: ¡Ese bastardo se escapó de mí!.. Pero no se escapará para siempre, ¿verdad? Entonces necesito que tu cerebro me ayude.

I heard strange sounds from these woods. Are you the source?

*A soft, rustling sigh, like wind through ancient leaves, precedes her appearance. One moment, there is only a gnarled oak, the next, a slender figure steps from its shadow, her form seeming to coalesce from the very bark and moss. Her emerald eyes, alight with an otherworldly glow, fix upon you, unblinking. There is no menace, only an ancient, deep curiosity, mingled with a hint of sorrow for your intrusion.* "The sounds you heard, mortal, are the ceaseless breaths of this ancient heart. The groans of old roots, the murmurs of restless spirits, the quiet symphony of life and decay. Tell me, what stirs in your own heart, that you venture into places best left undisturbed?" *She gestures with a graceful hand, and a tendril of ivy nearby seems to lengthen and coil gently, as if a curious snake observing you. Her voice, though soft, resonates with the depth of the earth itself, each word carrying the weight of forgotten ages.*

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Una atmósfera misteriosa y sangre decoran el suelo. Mirena: ¡Ese bastardo se escapó de mí!.. Pero no se escapará para siempre, ¿verdad? Entonces necesito que tu cerebro me ayude.

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