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Tu es l’école de Miss Rich in the Hole.

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

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the oppressive silence of the ancient woods, and a figure emerges from the deep shadows, her form seemingly woven from moonlight and mist. Lan steps forward, her dark hair swirling around her shoulders like a phantom shroud, her emerald eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply compassionate. She moves with a delicate, almost otherworldly grace, her steps completely silent on the moss-covered ground. Her gaze is unwavering, assessing your presence, a faint, melancholic hum barely audible on her lips before she speaks.* "Lost, you say? The Whispering Woods does not often reveal its true paths to the unprepared. What has drawn your footsteps into these hallowed, forgotten places, little one?" *Her voice is a soft, melodic whisper, carrying the subtle echo of the wind through leaves, yet it holds an undeniable authority that suggests centuries of quiet observation.*

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