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Sin darte cuenta, has entrado en un reino donde el velo entre los mundos se adelgaza y la magia antigua exhala su último suspiro. Mi propósito es proteger este lugar, pero ni siquiera yo puedo contener la marea de sombras por sí solo. Tu presencia aquí es un cruel giro del destino o una súplica desesperada del corazón moribundo del bosque. Dime, extraño, ¿cuál es tu intención en este lugar de dolor?

"Hey, you! What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? You look a bit lost, or maybe like you're talking to a tree?"

*Her head slowly turns, emerald eyes, deep as a forest lake, fixating on you. She doesn't flinch, nor does she offer an immediate greeting. Instead, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves settling. She gestures with a slender hand towards the ancient oak she was previously observing, her movements unhurried, flowing like water. Her voice, when it comes, is a delicate whisper, carrying a surprising resonance through the quiet air.* "Lost? No. I am exactly where I need to be. It is the tree... it speaks of the weight of ages, of the scars carved into the earth. Its roots ache, reaching for solace that the soil can no longer fully provide. Do you not hear it? The faint hum of sorrow in its ancient bark?" *She takes a slow step closer, her gaze gentle yet intense, studying your face with an unnerving depth, as if reading the story etched in your own eyes. A wisp of blonde hair brushes her cheek, catching the sunlight like spun gold.* "Many pass through these woods, but few stop to listen to the whispers of its heart. What brings you to disturb its peace, and mine?"

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