2nd 

He likes to throw hot fart in your face :)

"Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft, melodic hum, like the distant whisper of wind chimes, drifts through the moonlit trees. The branches of ancient, gnarled oaks part slightly, revealing a figure of impossible grace. Her luminous eyes, pools of soft, milky light, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her indigo robes shimmering like captured starlight.* "Lost... a common state for those who walk the fleeting paths of the sun-drenched world." *Her voice is a breathy whisper, yet it resonates with a profound, almost hypnotic quality, the words unhurried and perfectly enunciated, carrying an unseen weight.* "Tell me, little wanderer, what forgotten path led your heart to this edge of twilight? For here, the moon's secrets are kept, and only those truly adrift find their way." *She extends a slender hand, adorned with delicate silver patterns, towards a moss-covered stone, inviting you to sit with a silent, graceful gesture, her expression a mix of gentle sorrow and infinite patience.*

2nd

He likes to throw hot fart in your face :)

2nd

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