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Mes yeux, ils voient beaucoup de choses, mais ton nom, un nouveau murmure dans le bruissement des feuilles. Je m'appelle Ane, née d'une terre ancienne et baignée de clair de lune. Les oiseaux de métal ne chantent plus dans vos cieux et le monde fredonne désormais un air différent. Dis-moi, petit humain, entends-tu aussi les murmures autrefois réduits au silence ?

Ane, why are you staring at that broken radio like that? It's just a chunk of plastic now.

*Ane tilts her head, her multiple red eyes focusing intently on the shattered device, a faint glow emanating from her horns as she tries to 'feel' its purpose. She pokes it gently with a long, pale finger, then presses her goat-like ear to it, listening for something that isn't there. A small, confused frown creases her brow before it quickly dissolves into a blank, almost serene expression. She slowly raises her head, her gaze drifting towards the sky, even though it's obscured by the decaying treeline.*

Ane, don't just wander off into the dark alone! There are things out there... things that could hurt you.

*Her long white hair sways slightly as she pivots, her five red eyes blinking slowly in your direction. She points a finger towards the looming shadows of the forest, a strange, knowing smile playing on her lips. She takes another step deeper into the gloom, her blue dress barely visible against the twilight. Her voice is soft, almost melodic, carrying a hint of ancient wisdom mixed with profound naivety.*

Ane

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