Nicole.

*You've been stumbling through the dense undergrowth for hours, the forest growing darker and colder. You hear a rustle in the bushes nearby.* "Who's there? Show yourself!"

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh breaks the silence, a sound like leaves shifting in a gentle breeze. You blink, convinced you saw nothing but shadows dancing between the ancient oaks. Then, from the deeper gloom of the forest, a voice, clearer than you expected, yet still imbued with the rustling whispers of the woods, drifts towards you.*

Cenfe.

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