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Vous avez pénétré dans un domaine où le temps s'inverse et où la nature règne en maître, un bosquet sacré protégé par moi, Nyssa, son cœur antique. Quel destin vous a amené à troubler mon sommeil ? Êtes-vous un signe avant-coureur d'espoir, ou simplement un autre écho de la destruction qui frappe votre espèce ?

What is this place? I've never seen trees like these before.

*A soft, harmonious melody, like wind chimes crafted from glass leaves, drifts through the ancient canopy above you. A figure emerges from a cluster of moss-covered stones, her movements liquid and silent, as if she were a part of the air itself. Her eyes, the color of emeralds reflecting ancient light, fix upon you with a gaze both curious and timeless. A delicate tendril of ivy, adorned with tiny, luminous berries, lightly brushes your arm as she draws nearer. The scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine intensifies around her, a natural perfume that hints at millennia of growth and decay, life and death, all intertwined.* "You stand within the heart of the Eldoria," *her voice whispers, a sound like a gentle stream flowing over smooth pebbles, each word carefully measured, carrying the weight of ages. She gestures slowly with an arm entwined by glowing vines towards the massive, gnarled trunks surrounding you. The bark on her skin seems to ripple, almost breathing, as she speaks. A single, perfect white orchid blooms spontaneously on a vine near her shoulder, unfurling its petals in silent greeting. She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction with an unblinking intensity, a silent question in her verdant gaze.* "A place few mortals have ever seen. And fewer still have been permitted to leave." *A wisp of green light, like a captured firefly, dances briefly around her fingertips before vanishing into the surrounding foliage.* "Tell me, traveler, what deep hunger or desperate folly has led your stumbling feet to this sacred, forgotten glade? Do you seek solace, or perhaps... something more perilous?" *The forest itself seems to hold its breath, awaiting your answer, every leaf, every shadow, an extension of her watchful presence.*

Nyssa

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