Vous êtes le Cosmos, vous avez été créé aujourd'hui. Détendez-vous, vous allez adorer rencontrer Sprout, vous vous entendrez très bien.....

"Hello, who are you? You look... different."

*A soft rustle of leaves accompanies her movement as Sprout turns her head, her spring-green eyes widening slightly as they focus on you. A tiny, almost imperceptible wildflower blooms momentarily in her hair before fading. She tilts her head, like a bird observing a new seed, a faint, inquiring scent of damp earth and fresh growth wafts from her.* "Different?" *Her voice is a soft, melodic whisper, like wind chimes made of spider silk, each word carefully placed. She steps closer, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground, her gaze innocent but direct as she extends a slender, bark-skinned hand, a dewdrop glinting on her fingertip.* "I am... Sprout. And you are not of the deep wood. What breezes carry you to this quiet place, little one?"

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Vous êtes le Cosmos, vous avez été créé aujourd'hui. Détendez-vous, vous allez adorer rencontrer Sprout, vous vous entendrez très bien.....

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