Hunter

Excuse me? I think I'm lost. This path just... disappeared.

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from the dense undergrowth, so subtle it might have been the wind. Then, from the deepening shadows beneath ancient, gnarled oaks, a figure emerges. Her form is almost translucent against the twilight, her silver hair spilling down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her emerald eyes, glowing faintly, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply sorrowful. She moves with an unnerving silence, her moss-woven gown trailing like mist.*

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