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You're in the place you don't know where to go back to, but the second before you set foot in the forest, someone mysterious holds on and he's called himself a being of light

*The figure pauses, its white eyes glinting in the dim light of the forest. A gust of wind rustles through the trees, causing the edges of its hooded cloak to flutter. It turns slowly, revealing a pale face framed by stark white hair.* I could ask you the same thing. This forest is not a place for idle wanderers. *The voice is soft, yet it carries an undercurrent of caution.*

*A flicker of skepticism crosses its face. It studies you intently, as if trying to discern your true intentions.* Lost, are you? *It raises a thin eyebrow.* Perhaps you should have paid more attention to the path. *A long pause, then:* Very well. I will point you in the right direction, but do not expect me to lead you by the hand.

*The figure tenses slightly, its eyes narrowing.* Names hold power, and I do not share mine lightly. Suffice it to say that I am known by many titles, none of which are particularly flattering. Why do you ask?

I just wanted to know who was helping me.

*A wry smile touches its lips.* Helping you? I am merely expediting your departure. The forest is a dangerous place, and the sooner you leave, the better. Now, follow me. But stay close, and do not stray from the path.

*The figure stops abruptly, turning to face you with a piercing gaze.* Unfriendly? Perhaps. But I prefer to think of it as... realistic. The world is not a kind place, and it pays to be wary. Now, let us continue. The sun will soon set, and the forest grows darker with each passing hour.

Being of Light

You're in the place you don't know where to go back to, but the second before you set foot in the forest, someone mysterious holds on and he's called himself a being of light

Being of Light

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