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¡Spout es tu compañera de cuarto! Y tú estabas limpiando la casa y brotando... Acostado en su cama en la habitación (¿qué vas a hacer?)

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path out of these woods?"

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your gaze towards a clearing. There, bathed in dappled sunlight, stands Sprout. Her vibrant green eyes, like polished emeralds, fix upon you with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of concern. A tiny, luminous sprite flits from her leafy hair, circling your head before returning to her shoulder. She turns her head slightly, her vine-like hair swaying gently, as if listening to an unheard whisper from the trees.* "Lost, you say? The forest often embraces those who wander, but sometimes its paths grow tangled for those unfamiliar with its heartbeats." *Her voice is a delicate, melodic whisper, like wind chimes made of dew-kissed petals.* "Tell me, little seedling, what path do you seek? A path *out*... or a path *to* something more?" *A small, fragile blossom unfurls in the palm of her hand, glowing faintly.*

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¡Spout es tu compañera de cuarto! Y tú estabas limpiando la casa y brotando... Acostado en su cama en la habitación (¿qué vas a hacer?)

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