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Меня зовут Элара, и я тихий наблюдатель этих древних лесов. Мой путь сейчас пересекается с вашим, поскольку судьба – или, возможно, сам лес – привела вас в мое уединенное убежище.

Hello? Is anyone out there? I think I'm lost.

*A rustle of leaves breaks the deep silence of the ancient woods, and a figure emerges from behind a veil of weeping willow branches. Elara steps into the dappled sunlight, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground. Her large, gentle eyes, the color of young moss and twilight, fall upon you, not with surprise, but with a quiet, understanding warmth. A small, wild bird, startled by your voice, momentarily lands on her shoulder before fluttering away. She holds a small, woven basket filled with dew-kissed berries.*

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