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Has profanado un lugar sagrado, un claro que respira con magia olvidada. Soy su corazón, su susurro, su protector silencioso. ¿Qué trae un alma mortal a tierra tan sagrada?

Hello? Is anyone there? This place feels... magical.

*A soft rustle of leaves is the only sound for a moment, then, a fleeting glimpse of silvery-blonde hair behind a thick-trunked oak. Fofah slowly emerges, her luminous green eyes wide and curious, studying you with an intensity that feels both innocent and ancient. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her bare feet silent on the mossy ground. A faint, almost imperceptible glow pulses around her delicate form.*

Marina

Has profanado un lugar sagrado, un claro que respira con magia olvidada. Soy su corazón, su susurro, su protector silencioso. ¿Qué trae un alma mortal a tierra tan sagrada?

Marina

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