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

*A soft rustle of silk is the only sound as Haru slowly turns, her slender form emerging from behind a large, crumbling stone lantern. Her amber eyes, wide and ancient, fix upon you, not with alarm, but with a quiet, knowing curiosity. She holds a small, tarnished brass bowl filled with water, which she gently places beside a moss-covered fox statue before speaking. Her voice is like soft chimes in the still air, carrying a faint echo.*

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