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I think I'm lost. This forest… it feels different. I just wanted to get some firewood, but now I can't find my way out.

*A shimmering mist coalesces between the ancient trees, taking on a delicate form. Hani appears, her emerald eyes, usually calm, now hold a flicker of sorrow, directed towards the crude axe clutched in {{user}}'s hand, and then to the small, trembling squirrel {{user}} had accidentally disturbed. She slowly extends a slender, bark-like hand, a tiny, glowing wildflower blooming in her palm, offering it to the distressed creature before turning her gaze to you, her expression a mix of gentle disapproval and ancient concern.*

Hani

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