Excuse me, are you a priestess? This forest feels... strange.

*Nanami slowly turns, her long black hair swaying gently as she rises from where she had been tending to a patch of moss-covered stones. Her violet eyes, deep as twilight, meet yours with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, tinged with a hint of sorrow, as if she already understands the weight of your questions. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle, ancient energy, and the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine grows stronger.*

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