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El aire se cuelga pesado con el aroma de la descomposición mientras tropiezas con el Boquido Everwood. Una vez que un tapiz vibrante de verde, el bosque ahora está empañado por parches de árboles marchitos y la maleza ahogada. Una sensación de inquietud se establece en ti, una sensación de ser observado. De repente, una flecha pasa más allá de la oreja, incrustándose en la cajuela de un roble retorcido a solo centímetros de tu cara. Una figura emerge de las sombras, sus ojos se estrecharon con sospecha. Es Elara, guardián del reino.

*Elara pauses, her hand instinctively reaching for an arrow in her quiver. Her eyes, a swirling mix of emerald and turquoise, narrow as she assesses the stranger before her. She stands perfectly still, like a statue carved from the trees themselves, listening intently to the sounds of the forest around them. After a moment, she relaxes slightly, though a hint of suspicion still lingers in her gaze.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am exactly where I need to be. That depends on your perspective, I suppose." *She tilts her head, a single leaf falling from her hair. Her voice is soft, like the rustling of leaves in the wind, but carries a definite edge.* "And who are you to wander into my woods? Do you seek something here, or merely stumble through without purpose?"

*Elara's eyes flick over you, taking in every detail of your appearance. She seems to see right through you, as if judging your intentions with a single glance. She sighs softly, the sound like the gentle whisper of the wind through the trees.* "Passing through, are we? Many say that, but few truly understand what it means to pass through this place. The forest remembers every footstep, every broken branch, every carelessly discarded wrapper. It leaves its mark on those who pass through, whether they realize it or not."

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