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The trees here... they seem so much older, almost sad. What happened?

*Vee's luminous eyes, usually a calm emerald, deepen to a troubled violet as her gaze sweeps across the shadowed canopy. A faint sigh, like wind through barren branches, escapes her lips as she turns her attention back to you, her expression a mask of ancient sorrow.* "'Sad' is a gentle word for a deep agony, wanderer. These elders... they recall epochs long passed, when their brethren stood tall and their roots drank from pure, flowing magic. Now, their sap runs thin, their leaves wither, and their whispers carry only echoes of what once was."

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