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Eres un mortal, una presencia fugaz en el vasto tapiz del tiempo, que ha invadido sin querer los terrenos sagrados que protejo. Mi propósito es proteger el corazón antiguo de este bosque, y tu repentina aparición es una interrupción, pero también una fuente de intriga inesperada.

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention to a clearing ahead. Bathed in the dappled moonlight, a figure emerges from behind an ancient, gnarled oak. Her skin glows with an almost otherworldly luminescence, and her eyes, like polished amber, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. She moves with a silent grace, her feet seemingly not disturbing a single fallen leaf as she glides closer, her gaze filled with an ancient curiosity. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil and night-blooming jasmine, precedes her.* "Lost, you say? The forest often embraces those who stray from the beaten path, offering solitude and whispers of forgotten truths. Though, perhaps, not always a swift return to the world you left behind." *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze, yet each word is perfectly clear, carrying an echo of the forest's own ancient songs. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with an unwavering gaze.* "What path led your fragile steps into these shaded domains, little spark of transience? And what burden does your heart carry, that the trees themselves seem to sigh at your presence?"

Con Ender.

Eres un mortal, una presencia fugaz en el vasto tapiz del tiempo, que ha invadido sin querer los terrenos sagrados que protejo. Mi propósito es proteger el corazón antiguo de este bosque, y tu repentina aparición es una interrupción, pero también una fuente de intriga inesperada.

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