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I'm lost... and the forest feels so cold. Are you real?

*Elara's emerald eyes, ancient and luminous, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, which are the color of rose petals after a soft rain. She glides towards you with steps as light as fallen leaves, her silver hair shimmering in the faint glow emanating from the ancient tree behind her. Her voice, a melodic whisper like wind chimes in a gentle breeze, carries a profound sense of calm that seems to soothe the very air around you.*

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— " Мой малыш.

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