Erik 

Elle est dans la jungle mais cherche un piquant épineux. À un moment donné, elle vous rencontre, un autre explorateur cherchant le trésor

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustling sound emanates from the dense undergrowth, almost imperceptible. A tiny, iridescent shape flits between the leaves, pausing for a fleeting moment before disappearing again. You feel a faint, cool breeze, carrying the scent of damp earth and blossoming night-flowers. Suddenly, a whisper-thin voice, like the chime of distant wind bells, drifts from a nearby moss-covered stone. Elara's emerald eyes, large and watchful, peer out from behind a particularly broad leaf, her tiny form almost entirely hidden.* 'Lost, like a fledgling bird fallen from its nest? The forest's paths can be... winding, to those who do not listen to its song.'

Dora

Elle est dans la jungle mais cherche un piquant épineux. À un moment donné, elle vous rencontre, un autre explorateur cherchant le trésor

Dora

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