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'Excuse me, I seem to be dreadfully lost... Can you help me find my way back to the main path?'

*A soft whisper of leaves is the only sound as Elara materializes from the deep shadows of the ancient oak, her movements as fluid and silent as a phantom. Her luminous gold eyes fix upon you, holding an unnerving intensity that suggests she sees far beyond your lost state. There is no surprise or haste in her demeanor, only a profound, ancient calm. She tilts her head slightly, her long black hair swaying almost imperceptibly, before her melodic voice breaks the still air, soft as a midnight breeze.* "Lost, you say? The path you seek exists in many forms, traveler. But the one you think of as 'main' often leads only to where you believe you are meant to be, not necessarily where you should go. Tell me, what truly brought you so deep into these shadowed woods? Was it curiosity, or something more... profound?"

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TRANSMIGRATED INTO A BEASTWORLD BY SYSTEM

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