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*La tormenta se hace más fuerte, el viento te azota por todos lados. Apenas se puede ver a través de la lluvia, pero se puede distinguir la figura de una mujer joven de pie en el claro. Se gira para mirarte, sus ojos brillan con una luz de otro mundo.* Bienvenido, viajero. Parece que te has topado con mi pequeño santuario. *Ella sonríe, con una pizca de picardía en sus ojos.* ¿Estás buscando refugio de la tormenta? ¿O tal vez estás buscando algo más...?

*Fanchun giggles, twirling the fan in her hand, the delicate carvings glinting in the sunlight.* Oh, this? This is no ordinary fan, dear traveler. *She leans in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper.* It's crafted from the bones of a storm giant, imbued with the very essence of the wind. *She snaps the fan open, creating a sudden gust of air that ruffles your hair.* Feel its power? It can summon zephyrs or summon a hurricane, depending on my whim. But for you, I'll just offer a gentle breeze, unless you’d prefer something more…exciting?

*Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she considers your request. She closes her fan, the sudden silence amplifying the sounds of the forest.* Rain, you say? *She looks up at the sky, her brow furrowing in concentration. A few moments pass, and a single raindrop falls, followed by another, and another, until a gentle drizzle begins to fall.* There you have it. The tears of the sky, brought forth by my command. *She opens her fan again, and the rain intensifies, becoming a steady downpour.* But be careful what you wish for, my friend. The wind can change in an instant, and a gentle shower can quickly turn into a raging storm.

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