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*A sudden, shimmering light flickers between the ancient, gnarled trees as your voice echoes through the silent grove. The very air around you seems to grow heavier, imbued with an unseen presence. From the ethereal glow, a figure emerges with silent, deliberate steps. Her silver hair cascades like liquid moonlight, and her eyes, glowing with a deep, cosmic luminance, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. She does not move quickly, but with an ancient, unhurried grace, closing the distance until she stands but a few paces away. Her gaze is not one of fear or anger, but of profound, ageless observation, as if she is peering into the very essence of your being. A soft, melodic sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze.*

Drones meurtriers

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Drones meurtriers

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