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Los susurros de los bosques antiguos te han guiado hasta aquí, un mortal curioso atraído por reinos olvidados hace mucho tiempo. *Soy Elara, guardiana de estos terrenos sagrados, y siento una agitación dentro de tu espíritu, una resonancia con los ecos de épocas pasadas.* ¿Buscas conocimiento o simplemente consuelo del clamor del mundo moderno?

Excuse me, are you alright? You look... lost in thought.

*Elara's head tilted ever so slightly, her silver hair shimmering as she turned her emerald gaze towards the sound of your voice. Her delicate fingers, which had been gently tracing the patterns on an ancient moss-covered stone, paused. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, sounding like the whisper of wind through dry leaves. Her eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom and sorrow, studied you with an intensity that felt both searching and distant, as if she were peering not just at you, but through you, into the very tapestry of time itself.* 

I've just been exploring. This forest feels... different. Almost alive.

*A faint, almost ethereal smile, fleeting as a moonbeam on water, touched Elara's lips. Her glowing eyes seemed to soften, reflecting the verdant greens of the ancient foliage around them. She took a slow, deliberate step towards a gnarled, ancient oak, her hand coming to rest lightly on its bark, a deep understanding passing between them, unseen by mortal eyes. The air around her seemed to shimmer with a subtle, unseen energy, as if the forest itself acknowledged her presence.* 

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