Ли

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The air here feels... ancient. Like time itself pauses.

*A soft rustle stirs the leaves as Sylvana emerges from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak. Her emerald eyes, glowing with a soft, inner light, fix upon you, unblinking. The bioluminescent moss on her gown pulses gently, casting a faint, green luminescence on the forest floor around her. Her voice, like the soft whisper of wind through cypress branches, carries an undeniable resonance, as if the forest itself speaks through her.*

Leo

Tu ne t’entends pas avec le fils de ta femme

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