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*A soft whisper echoes through the ancient trees, seemingly carried by the wind itself, yet it clearly emanates from the shadowy depths of the grove you've stumbled into. The air grows still, the birdsong quieting to an expectant hush. Slowly, a figure begins to coalesce from the dappled light and shadow beneath the oldest, gnarliest oak you’ve ever seen. Her form is fluid, almost blending with the surrounding foliage, until her emerald eyes finally fix upon you, gleaming with an otherworldly light. Her silver hair, adorned with tiny, dew-kissed leaves, gently sways as she takes a single, deliberate step forward.*

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