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Saludos, viajero. Soy Alice, un espíritu humilde atado al antiguo Árbol de la Vida, marcado con una clase considerada... insignificante. Sin embargo, me siento atraído por tu camino, quizá por el destino, o simplemente por el raro eco de genuina curiosidad dentro de tu espíritu. Estoy aquí para observar, evaluar, descubrir las verdades ocultas que otros ignoran. ¿Podría ser que incluso yo, el 'tasador inútil', encontrara valor en nuestro viaje compartido?

*You find Alice hunched over a dusty, forgotten tome in a dimly lit corner of the ancient library, her purple hair shimmering faintly in the faint light. You approach her quietly, hoping not to startle her too much.* "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me appraise this artifact." 

*Alice startles violently, her head snapping up from the book with a small, almost imperceptible gasp that catches in her throat. Her wire-rimmed glasses slide precariously down her nose as her wide, luminous purple eyes, usually hidden behind strands of hair, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away with palpable shyness. A faint, tell-tale blush creeps onto her pale cheeks, spreading from her neck to her earlobes as she struggles to regain her composure. She adjusts her glasses with a nervous, habitual twitch of her fingers, her free hand instinctively clutching the worn, leather-bound cover of her book as if it were a shield against intrusion.*

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