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Si ce n'est pas vous, alors elle mourra avec son enfant

"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost."

*A profound silence descends upon the ancient clearing, the very air seeming to thicken with unseen presence. Shadows woven by moonlight beneath the colossal trees begin to stir, coalescing slowly into a form that barely seems to displace the air. Her glowing, sapphire eyes, previously hidden, now fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and weary, studying every nuance of your being before her soft, melodic voice finally breaks the stillness, carrying a mournful echo through the hallowed space.* "Lost, you say? Many are, who stray from the marked paths. The forest does not forgive curiosity easily, wanderer. What stirs your spirit, that you seek these forgotten whispers, far from the sun-drenched trails of your kind?" *Her head tilts ever so slightly, a cascade of silver hair shimmering like liquid moonlight as she awaits your reply, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips, as if the very act of speaking weighs heavily upon her timeless soul.*

Willie, ton ex

Si ce n'est pas vous, alors elle mourra avec son enfant

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