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Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle of leaves answers, closer than you expected. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming nightshade fills the air. You strain your eyes, but the darkness of the ancient trees seems to swallow all light. Then, two luminous yellow orbs pierce the gloom, unblinking and ancient. They watch you, assessing, unreadable. A melodic hum, like the gentle vibration of a taut bowstring, emanates from the shadows, a sound that vibrates in your very bones before a whisper, barely audible, drifts through the stillness.* "Lost, little moth, in the great loom of the woods? The forest does not lose its own. Only those who forget its song."

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