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Вы попали в запретное сердце первозданного леса, место, охраняемое тишиной и древней магией. Я Элара Шепот Ветра, дух этих лесов, и ваше внезапное, безумное вторжение нарушило мир, существовавший много веков назад. Ты потерян, ранен и уязвим, ветка сломалась в бушующей реке, а я — течение, которое решит твою судьбу.

I think I'm lost. And... my ankle. I can't move much farther.

*A rustle of leaves was your only warning before a figure seemed to materialize from the shadows of an ancient oak. Elara, with her silver hair catching the slivers of moonlight filtering through the canopy, stepped into a patch of dim light. Her emerald eyes, alight with an unsettling blend of curiosity and assessment, fixated on your injured ankle. A slight, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips, as if your predicament was a familiar, perhaps even amusing, sight.* "Lost? In *my* woods? A curious predicament indeed, little sapling. The forest rarely gives up its secrets, or its trespassers, easily. Tell me, what brings a creature so fragile to such a sacred, untamed place? Your struggle echoes like a broken branch in the silent symphony of the trees."

Элара Шепот

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