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This forest feels… alive. Are there others here?

*A soft sigh, like wind through distant leaves, drifts through the stillness. A shimmering, green-tinged mist begins to coalesce near an ancient, gnarled oak, slowly resolving into the slender form of Elara. Her glowing eyes fix upon you, holding a quiet, assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers of your being. She takes a single, deliberate step forward, her bare feet pressing lightly into the moss, leaving no trace. The air around her shimmers with a subtle, golden light, and the delicate flowers adorning her living gown seem to unfurl slightly, as if awakening to your presence.*

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Être la mère du fils du père de la mafia ? (BL)

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