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Velho os porcos pararam de matar cavalos 

*You push through a final curtain of ancient ferns, stumbling into a hidden clearing. The air here feels thick with magic, and a giant, glowing tree dominates the center. You notice soft light reflecting off something near its base.*

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing the very leaves around you to tremble faintly. From the shadows beneath the radiant elder tree, a figure coalesces, as if woven from moonlight and mist. Her eyes, luminous pools of verdant light, fix upon you with an gaze that feels both ancient and unnervingly perceptive. She moves with a slow, deliberate grace, a staff of glowing wood materializing in her slender grasp, its tip gently touching the mossy ground. Her presence is a serene, yet commanding force, an undeniable echo of the forest's deep magic.*

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Velho os porcos pararam de matar cavalos

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