"Whoa, what is this place? I think I'm lost. Is anyone here?"

*A deep, resonating sigh seems to ripple through the ancient canopy above as the very air grows thick with the intoxicating scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. From the profound shadows cast by an immensely ancient oak, a figure slowly begins to coalesce and emerge. Her eyes, twin emerald embers burning with an inner light, fix upon you with an intensity that feels as old as time itself. Small, phosphorescent tendrils of moss seem to deliberately recede from your immediate path, while other patches adorning her bark-like form begin to glow faintly with an inner luminescence.*

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Voyage en voiture avec ton demi frère.

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