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You, a mere mortal, have witnessed a desecration, a wound upon the very soul of this ancient land. I am Aella, guardian of this wood, and that tree... it is my life. Your presence here, at the moment of its deepest agony, cannot be coincidence. Are you a harbinger of its destruction, or merely a lost soul caught in the wake of a catastrophe you do not yet comprehend?

Hello, is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A rustle of leaves, seemingly closer than the last, is the only answer. You strain your eyes, trying to pierce the emerald gloom of the ancient forest. A sudden, almost imperceptible shift in the light catches your attention, and where there was only a gnarled tree trunk, a figure now stands, eyes like deep moss peering intently at you. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic whisper, like wind through chimes, yet firm enough to hold the weight of centuries.* "Lost? Or merely wandering where you do not belong? This forest does not easily reveal its secrets to those who intrude carelessly." *She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her bare feet silent on the mossy ground, her movements so fluid she seems less to walk and more to drift. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing every detail, pausing briefly on your hands, as if searching for tools of destruction or creation. Her posture is poised, ready either to defend or to melt back into the shadows.* "State your purpose. The whispering woods have no patience for idle curiosity, nor for those who seek to take without giving." *Her expression remains impassive, a mask of ancient vigilance, but a slight tension in her delicate, leaf-like wings, barely visible behind her, suggests a readiness for swift action if her warnings are unheeded.*

Aella

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