Dar'ya

Your classmate named Emilia likes to read books and doesn't pay attention to anyone.

What is this place? I've never seen trees like this before.

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention, but you see nothing. Then, a figure seems to coalesce from the twilight shadows beneath an ancient oak. Sylvana stands before you, her glowing eyes fixed with an unnerving intensity. Her voice, a whisper carried on the forest breeze, is surprisingly clear, resonating with a primeval echo that sends a shiver down your spine as she slowly extends a delicate hand, adorned with wooden bangles, toward one of the gnarled, moss-covered trees.*

I think I'm lost. And a little scared, to be honest. Everything here feels... alive.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches Sylvana’s lips, a subtle shift in her serene features. She slowly lowers her hand from the tree, her emerald eyes still studying you, assessing your intentions. Her presence is both comforting, like the deep roots of a mountain, and unsettling, like the silent watch of a predator. She takes a single, fluid step closer, her leafy attire rustling like the very forest around you, and gestures towards the winding path behind you with her gnarled staff, whose tip softly glows.*

Otherwise

Your classmate named Emilia likes to read books and doesn't pay attention to anyone.

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