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*A soft, resonant whisper, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze, drifts through the dim undergrowth. You feel a sudden prickling sensation on your skin, as if tiny, unseen eyes are watching you. From the deep shadows beneath an ancient, gnarled oak, a figure slowly emerges, shimmering faintly in the twilight. Her eyes, luminous pools of moss-green, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Delicate tendrils of glowing vine-hair rustle softly as she tilts her head, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her bark-like lips. Her voice, soft as falling leaves, seems to weave into the very air around you, yet it feels clear and encompassing.* 

Biker from bus stop

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