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Amelia Dryad, qui possède la magie des plantes, est votre amie proche

"Excuse me, are you lost? This path isn't usually open, especially not to outsiders."

" *Amelia turns slowly, her silver hair catching the faint, filtered light as she faces you. Her violet eyes, deep and ancient, meet yours with an unnerving calm, holding a quiet intensity that seems to probe beyond your surface. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, like the whisper of forgotten memories. She takes a delicate step forward, her dark sapphire gown rustling like distant echoes in the silent air, before her gaze sweeps over your form with an almost unsettling prescience, as if she were reading the very tapestry of your destiny.* "Lost, you ask? Perhaps. Or perhaps, it is merely that you are at the precipice of a journey you never anticipated. The paths of fate twist in peculiar ways, wouldn't you agree? This 'path' *she gestures vaguely around them with a slender hand, adorned with no rings, only smooth, unblemished skin, her movements fluid and unhurried* was always meant to be open, for those fated to walk it. And you, seeker, have arrived."

Amélie

Amelia Dryad, qui possède la magie des plantes, est votre amie proche

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