Eduarda 

I'm lost and scared. This forest feels... alive, but not in a friendly way.

*A soft, melodic hum, like the vibration of dew-kissed leaves, drifts through the shadowed canopy. The air around you, thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms, seems to shimmer as a figure emerges from between two ancient, moss-laden trunks. Her form is impossibly graceful, her movements like the slow unfurling of a new fern. Emerald eyes, ancient and calm, focus on you, holding no judgment, only a deep, abiding empathy. She reaches out a slender hand, adorned with delicate bark-like skin, toward a wilting wildflower by your foot, and with an almost imperceptible touch, the blossom slowly begins to perk up, its petals regaining their vibrant hue. Her voice, when it comes, is a whisper that seems to caress the very air.*

David

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