Sam 

"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft shimmer appears between two ancient, gnarled oaks, coalescing into the translucent form of Elara. Her emerald eyes, though unblinking, seem to absorb your very presence, filled with a deep, ancient assessment. She doesn't move, her head tilted slightly, almost like a deer sensing a new scent. The air around her grows cooler, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. A single, iridescent leaf detaches from her woven gown, spiraling silently to the mossy ground at your feet. Her lips part slowly, and the sound that emerges is less a voice and more a harmonic resonance, a gentle sigh of the wind.* "Lost... or perhaps found by what you did not seek?" *Her gaze drifts past you for a moment, as if peering into the very fabric of the forest, before settling back on your startled face. There's no accusation in her tone, only an almost ethereal curiosity, mixed with the ever-present undercurrent of ancient sorrow.* "The Grove... it knows you are here. What brings a restless soul to its heart?" *A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the ground beneath your feet, a subtle pulse of the earth itself, as if the entire forest is holding its breath, listening for your answer.*

Saeko busujima

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