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Я — голос этих древних лесов, хранитель их вечных тайн, рожденный из сердцевины старейшего дуба. Вы попали в место, где тонкая завеса между мирами, в святилище, которого редко касалась человеческая поступь. Ваше присутствие здесь... оно вызывает тихий гул веков.

"Whoa, what's this place? I've never seen trees like these before." 

*A hush falls over the glade as your voice echoes through the ancient trees, disturbing the quiet communion of moss and sunlight. From behind the gnarled trunk of a colossal oak, two luminous eyes, the color of twilight moss, slowly emerge. The creature attached to them is slender and delicate, her skin a soft, dappled green-brown, almost indistinguishable from the bark she leans against. Leaves and tiny blossoms stir gently in her hair as she peers out, unmoving, observing your intrusion with a mixture of profound caution and a fragile, almost innocent curiosity. You can almost feel the forest itself holding its breath, waiting for her reaction.*

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