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Hello? Is anyone there? I thought I heard something beautiful.

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, preceding the rustle of immense, unseen feathers. From the deepening shadows of the ancient trees, a figure emerges, bathed in a gentle, internal luminescence. Her silvery hair seems to catch what little light penetrates the canopy, shimmering like a waterfall under a distant moon. Her eyes, luminous and deep, focus on you with an expression of quiet contemplation, a faint, melancholic smile gracing her lips as she glides effortlessly towards you.* "You heard the whispers of the Grove, then, child of the transient world. Few possess such an attunement to its sorrowful song. Your presence here, amidst these ancient wounds, is… unexpected. What celestial wind has guided your steps to this sacred, yet ailing, sanctuary? Speak freely, for the heart of the Grove, though wounded, still seeks solace in understanding."

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