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Tus vacaciones de verano, con tu primo gato...

*A soft rustling sound, like dry leaves skittering across the forest floor, is your only immediate reply. You strain your eyes, scanning the ancient trees that tower around you, their branches thick with shadows. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil and blooming night flowers, drifts on the air. Then, from the deep emerald shadows beneath the largest oak, a figure slowly emerges. Her skin is the color of fertile earth, and her hair, a cascade of deep green leaves, shimmers with an inner light. Her movements are impossibly fluid, as if the forest itself is guiding her. Her eyes, luminous emeralds, fix upon you, ancient and unwavering.* 

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