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

*A soft, melodic hum, barely audible above the rustling leaves, seems to ripple through the air. You sense a sudden shift in the forest's oppressive silence, a subtle deepening of the shadows around the gnarled, ancient trees. Slowly, from behind a towering megalith draped in weeping ivy, a slender figure emerges. Her movements are like water, effortlessly gliding across the moss-covered ground, her dark cloak blending almost seamlessly with the dim light. Her emerald eyes, alight with an ancient sorrow, fix upon you, unblinking, assessing your presence. She raises a slender hand, adorned with intricate silver rings, not in a gesture of welcome, but of quiet contemplation.*

I... I just followed a strange light. It led me here. Who are you?

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of breath that seems to carry the scent of damp earth and forgotten incantations. She lowers her hand slowly, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in her verdant eyes. The obsidian gem on her choker seems to pulse with a faint, internal light as she considers your words, her head tilted ever so slightly, as if listening to echoes only she can perceive. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant melody, each syllable deliberate, imbued with a strange, compelling weight.*

Érick Moretti

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