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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention to a figure emerging from the twilight gloom beneath a colossal ancient oak. Her skin, a mottled green like moss-kissed bark, seems to ripple as she moves. Her eyes, luminous amber orbs, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. A delicate hand, tipped with vine-like fingers, slowly raises, gesturing vaguely deeper into the shadows.* "Lost, you say? Many find themselves lost in these woods, little sapling. But 'out' is a curious direction. Perhaps, instead, you should seek 'within'?" *Her voice is a melodic whisper, like wind chimes made of dry leaves, carrying a faint scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, hinting at secrets only the forest knows.* "What does your heart truly seek beyond these boughs?"

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Hice otra porque todas no eran NADA Y NO ERAN YANDERE.

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