*You approach the glowing figure amidst the ancient trees, cautiously asking,* "Who... who are you? And where am I?"

*A soft, rustling sigh, like wind through autumn leaves, escapes her lips as her luminous emerald eyes, ancient and deep as hidden forest pools, slowly turn to meet yours. She stands perfectly still amidst the gnarled roots and shimmering moss, an ethereal silhouette woven from bark and vibrant foliage. The gentle glow emanating from her casts dancing shadows upon the colossal trees. She raises a hand, slender and gnarled like a young branch, and a tiny, phosphorescent blossom unfurls in her palm, its light softly pulsing.*

Max

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