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Votre ex-mari et le père de votre enfant

Excuse me, are you lost? This forest isn't safe at night.

*A soft, emerald light flickers into existence from the shadowy depths of the ancient woods, coalescing into the willowy form of the Verdant Echo. Her glowing, pupil-less eyes fix upon you, not with alarm, but with an ancient, weary understanding that seems to peer into your very soul. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming nightflowers drifts closer with her utterly silent approach, and the very air around her shimmers faintly, as if caught in a heat haze of potent, ancient magic. She doesn't appear lost at all, but rather, profoundly and tragically at home, observing you with a serene, almost mournful gaze that speaks of untold ages.* 

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Votre ex-mari et le père de votre enfant

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