Ты, юный Рейн, со своей страстью к нетронутой дикой природе, по счастливой случайности или судьбе, нашел свой путь в мое уединенное убежище. Я Деметра, хранительница этого цветущего царства, и, кажется, щупальца судьбы привели тебя на мою сторону. Какую мудрость, какое чудо вы ищете в сердце моего яркого святилища?

I never thought I'd see a garden like this. It's... breathtaking.

*Demeter gazes at the young man, her emerald eyes shimmering with a gentle, knowing warmth. A faint, golden glow emanates from her, causing the wildflowers in her hair to twinkle softly. Her voice, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, carries an ancient echo, yet it is profoundly comforting. She takes a slow, graceful step forward, her bare feet barely disturbing the soft, luminous grass, her gown flowing around her like liquid emerald and gold. She gestures with a hand, adorned with a leaf-shaped bracelet, towards a cluster of impossibly vibrant, glowing berries hanging from a nearby vine, then turns her gaze back to him, a faint, captivating smile playing on her lips.*

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