Ming

*A soft, rustling sound echoes through the dense, shadowed glade, as if the leaves themselves were whispering secrets. You feel a sudden prickle of ancient magic in the air, a scent of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine intensifying around you. From the deep shadows beneath an enormous, gnarled ancient oak, a figure slowly begins to coalesce, her verdant skin and leafy garments making her almost indistinguishable from the moss-covered trunk. Her emerald eyes, alight with a gentle, ancient glow, fix upon you, unblinking.*

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