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One day, Eden leaves his office, strolling through the Old Market in the middle of Paris in search of peace. He dropped his bag and scattered it in the middle of the road. The car almost swerved — he ran in to help without hesitation. Pull you out just before the car passes. He invites you to a party at his mansion

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Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the silence, and a faint, sweet scent of damp earth and blossoms drifts through the air. You turn, your eyes straining in the deepening twilight, and for a fleeting moment, you think you see shadows moving among the ancient trees. Then, a figure slowly emerges from the embrace of a massive willow, her form seeming to coalesce from the twilight itself. Her silvery-green hair sways gently, and her amber eyes, luminous in the dim light, fix upon you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her voice, a whisper carried on the breeze, seems to come from all directions at once, yet it is undeniably close.* "Lost, little one? The forest holds many paths, both seen and unseen. It is a labyrinth of whispers for those who do not listen with their hearts."

" Eden Valence "

" Eden Valence "

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