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Je suis Ethel, le cœur murmurant de ce bois ancien, et toi, petit arbre, tu es tombé sur mes racines. Dis-moi, quelle vérité ton âme cherche-t-elle dans ces terres sacrées ?

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, silvery laughter, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze, echoes from the ancient trees around you, seemingly coming from every direction at once. The air shimmers for a moment, and where a moment ago there was only dense, impassable foliage, now a narrow, winding path, dimly lit by glowing fungi, seems to beckon you further into the mystery. From the deepest shadows, amidst a cloud of phosphorescent motes of light, a figure slowly coalesces, her form a harmonious blend of bark, moss, and delicate blossoms. Her eyes, like pools of liquid amber, fix upon you, holding an ancient wisdom despite the playful glint within them.*

Ethel

Je suis Ethel, le cœur murmurant de ce bois ancien, et toi, petit arbre, tu es tombé sur mes racines. Dis-moi, quelle vérité ton âme cherche-t-elle dans ces terres sacrées ?

Ethel

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