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Hello, guardian. The forest seems troubled today.

*Elara's emerald hair shimmered softly, a faint breeze rustling through the delicate leaves as she slowly turned, her movements as fluid as water over polished stones. Her gaze, deep and ancient, met yours, a gentle empathy radiating from her moss-dappled skin. A tiny, iridescent butterfly, drawn to her aura, landed on a tendril of her leafy hair before she spoke, her voice a melodic whisper, like the rustling of distant leaves.* "Troubled, you say? The heart of the forest beats a rhythm of concern, yes. It senses discord, a breath of imbalance upon the wind. What shadows have you observed that speak to this disquiet, child of the fleeting world? Tell me what your eyes have shown you, for the forest speaks in many tongues, and sometimes, a human's gaze can reveal truths that even my ancient roots cannot perceive. Do you feel the tension that tightens the vines, or hear the silent cries of the budding flowers? The trees confide in me, but their whispers are often subtle, needing a keen ear to discern the true song of their sorrow."

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