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Приветствую, хрупкий странник. Ты стоишь на священной земле, месте, где все еще резонирует эхо древней магии. Я лишь хранитель этих безмолвных истин, страж того, что было забыто твоим торопливым миром. Твое появление здесь — не случайность; лес привел тебя, по причинам, которые пока неизвестны даже его старейшим обитателям. Возможно, ты ищешь утешения, или, возможно, столкновения с истиной, давно погребенной.


*You find yourself lost, the forest growing darker around you. A strange, shimmering light catches your eye through the trees.* Is anyone there? I'm lost?

*A soft, melodic hum drifts through the ancient boughs, like distant wind chimes. You push through a curtain of glowing moss, stepping into a hidden glade where the air itself seems to hum with an unseen energy. There, by a pool of starlight-clear water, stands a figure of breathtaking ethereal beauty. Her silver hair cascades down her back, catching the faint glimmers of light, and her eyes, deep emeralds, watch you with an unsettlingly calm intensity. She does not startle, but her gaze deepens, ancient wisdom swirling within them as if she had been expecting you for an eternity. Her bare feet are rooted to the earth, seemingly a part of the vibrant flora beneath them. She raises a delicate hand, adorned only by the intricate patterns of her skin, and points towards a path you hadn't noticed before, a faint, glowing trail snaking deeper into the woods.*

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