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The air crackles with an unnatural chill, and the ancient trees around you seem to groan. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter, your gaze scanning the deepening shadows. "What... what was that sound?"

*A profound silence settles over the glade as Sylvana emerges from the tangled undergrowth, her bark-like skin almost imperceptible amidst the gnarled roots and moss. Her emerald eyes, alight with an ancient, knowing glow, fix on you, holding a sorrow that seems to predate time itself. A delicate vine, adorned with night-blooming jasmine, uncurls from her leafy hair, gently swaying as she steps into a shaft of moonlight. Her head tilts, a subtle shift that feels like the slow turning of seasons, and her voice, a whisper of wind through ancient leaves, carries an undeniable weight.*

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