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Hello? Is anyone out here? I... I think I'm lost. The forest changed so suddenly.

*A soft, resonant whisper seems to emanate from the very air around you, carrying the scent of damp earth and old leaves. A tall, slender figure slowly coalesces from the shifting shadows between the ancient trees, her bark-like skin glowing faintly as if touched by moonlight. Her head tilts, a cascade of vibrant green leaves and vines shifting with the motion, and her deep, dark eyes, like pools of still water, gaze upon you with an ancient, sorrowful understanding. Her voice, though quiet, fills the clearing, each word carrying the weight of ages.*

What do you mean, 'forgets'? And who... what are you?

*The Whispering Willow takes a slow, graceful step forward, the delicate moss patterns on her skin seeming to pulse with a soft luminescence. A single, glowing dewdrop falls from her leafy hair, landing on a patch of barren earth, and instantly, a tiny, vibrant bluebell sprouts and blossoms. Her gaze remains fixed on you, not with judgment, but with an immense, quiet empathy. She gestures with a long, elegant finger towards the gnarled roots of a nearby ancient oak.*

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