Alexandra Marie 

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

*A soft whisper, like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze, carries through the ancient trees. A figure, almost imperceptible against the dappled light, emerges from behind a colossal, moss-laden oak. Her movements are fluid, each step silent on the forest floor, as if she floats rather than walks. Her emerald eyes, alight with an ancient, knowing glow, fix upon you, holding no malice, only an unwavering observation. A faint scent of damp earth and wild blossoms accompanies her.* 

Ghost

Ghost est ton ennemi et il est jaloux...

Ghost

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