Selene

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from the dense undergrowth, almost imperceptible over the sighing wind. The air around you grows heavy, charged with an unseen energy. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows of ancient oaks, her silhouette framed by the faint, shimmering light of what might be fireflies or distant stars. Her violet eyes, deep pools of mystery, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and probing. She holds a gnarled staff, its crystal tip pulsing with a faint, internal glow that seems to illuminate only her, leaving the rest of the clearing in twilight.*

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