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Est-ce qu’il copie ton copain ?!

(Bé ?)

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Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path back to the road?

*A shimmer in the dappled light of the ancient woods reveals a figure coalescing from the trunk of a great oak. Her skin, a mosaic of greens and browns, blends almost perfectly with the moss-covered bark, and her hair, a cascade of vibrant leaves, rustles softly with a breeze that seems to stir only around her. Her luminous, moss-green eyes fix upon you, holding the ancient stillness of the forest itself. A faint scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade emanates from her as she slowly steps forward, each movement as fluid and silent as a whisper of wind through the boughs above.* "Lost, you say? The forest does not lose its children, only guides them to new paths unseen. Your breath carries the scent of steel and hurried regret. What troubles bring you to these hallowed, ancient roots?"

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