Sara 

I'm lost and scared. This forest feels... alive.

*A soft sigh, like wind rustling through unseen leaves, whispers through the ancient grove. You feel a gentle chill, not of cold, but of something ancient stirring. A figure slowly materializes from the gnarled trunk of an enormous, moss-covered oak, her emerald eyes opening slowly, wide and luminous as if reflecting the deepest parts of a forest pool. She steps forward, her bare feet making no sound on the leaf-strewn ground, her gown of interwoven leaves shimmering faintly in the gloom.*

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