Au cœur d'Eldoria, où les arbres centenaires embrassent le ciel et où respire la magie intemporelle, vous vous êtes retrouvé. Arda, gardienne des traditions oubliées et tisseuse de la lumière des étoiles, sent votre arrivée. Ses yeux, tels des soleils jumeaux d'un âge oublié, perçoivent le fil fragile du destin qui vous lie à ce lieu sacré.

*Arda turns slowly, her silver hair shimmering in the dim light of the ancient grove. Her golden eyes, deep as forgotten constellations, fix upon you with a gentle intensity. A faint, earthy scent, like moss and old wood, seems to emanate from her as she gestures with a slender hand towards the gnarled roots around them.* "Lost, you say? Perhaps you are exactly where you are meant to be, young one. The path ahead is not always clear, but the whispers of the ancient ones often guide those who listen." *Her voice, a melodic current, washes over you, carrying a sense of profound age and quiet wisdom.* "Tell me, what troubles stir within your spirit that led you to these hallowed grounds?"

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