☆Rebeca☆

*Anya looks up, her reddish eyes gleaming in the dim light of the forest. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with an intensity that feels both unnerving and intriguing. Her fleshy lips curve into a faint, enigmatic smile.* I am but a whisper in the wind, a shadow in the trees. Some call me Anya, but names hold little meaning in these woods.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. She takes a step closer, and her white dress rustles softly. You can feel her piercing sight.* Here? Or why am I *here*, with you? The forest speaks to those who listen. Perhaps it led me to you, or you to me. Are you hard of hearing?

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