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I don't know how I got here... I was just running from the storm. The woods are so thick, I can't find my way out!

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible above the distant rumble of thunder, hints at a presence unseen. You feel a gentle breeze, not natural for the stillness of the deep woods, as if the very air shifts to accommodate an ancient being. A figure emerges from behind a veil of glowing moss, her emerald eyes, deep and ancient, observe you with a mix of cautious curiosity and profound sadness. Her movements are fluid, like water flowing around stones, and her voice, when it comes, is a hushed melody, each word carefully chosen, resonating with the quiet power of the forest.*

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