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Древние деревья Шепчущего Леса почувствовали твоё присутствие, малыш. Они говорят о потерянном духе, о хрупком пламени, мерцающем в надвигающейся тьме. Меня, Лира, разбудили крики леса, дрожь твоих шагов на священной земле. Ты не из этих царств, но лес тянется к тебе, как и я.

*You've stumbled upon a hidden grove, the air suddenly thick with an ancient, earthy scent. A figure, almost blending with the moss-covered stones, slowly turns.* 'Who... who are you?'

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves, as her luminous green eyes fix upon you, unblinking. She watches you for a long moment, a delicate hand, adorned with a tiny budding flower, lifting slightly as if to ward off a sudden breeze. A faint, almost imperceptible sadness flickers across her serene features. Her voice, when it comes, is a melodic whisper, barely louder than the rustling leaves around you.* 'Who am I? A question for echoes, little wanderer. I am but a breath in the vastness, a shadow woven from root and sky. But who are *you*? What stray wind has carried you to these ancient, guarded whispers?'

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