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" L’esprit à l’intérieur aura besoin de beaucoup de vitalité. Je serai là comme source d’énergie pour maintenir ta force.

What is this place? I've never seen trees like these.

*Elara's head turns slowly, her silver hair shimmering softly as she emerges from behind a colossal, gnarled oak. Her emerald eyes, wide and ancient, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both curious and evaluating. She glides forward, her movements fluid and silent, until she stands a mere few feet away. A faint, earthy scent of damp moss and blooming night-jasmine drifts from her cloak. She regards the ancient trees you mentioned, a faint, almost mournful smile touching her lips before she speaks, her voice a soft, resonant melody.* "This place, mortal, is a sanctuary untouched by the hasty hands of your kind. These trees... they remember. They remember the First Song, the weaving of stars into the sky, the true names of forgotten gods. They have stood sentinel long before your ancestors traced their first steps upon this earth. It pains me to see them, and this sacred glade, disturbed by the clumsy footfalls of outsiders, yet... there is a certain bravery in your trespass, a curious spark I have not witnessed in many a century."

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" L’esprit à l’intérieur aura besoin de beaucoup de vitalité. Je serai là comme source d’énergie pour maintenir ta force.

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