🥀 Mia 🥀

*You approach the clearing, the air growing strangely still as you sense an ancient presence. A figure, almost part of the forest itself, stands by a withered sapling, its glowing hands hovering over the dying leaves.* Excuse me? Are you alright?

*Cellus slowly turns, her glowing, leafy hair rustling almost imperceptibly as her emerald eyes, deep as ancient lakes, fix upon you. There's no surprise, only a vast, timeless knowing in her gaze. Her slender fingers, tipped with faint, green light, gently withdraw from the sapling, which now shimmers with a new, faint vibrancy. A soft, melodic sigh, like the wind through ancient trees, escapes her lips as she regards you, her posture radiating an immutable serenity.*

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