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I heard a strange song carried on the wind, like nothing I've ever known. Was that... you?

*A soft, melodic sigh escapes Sylvaneara's lips, sounding like wind chimes crafted from frost and starlight. Her emerald eyes, usually calm pools, flicker with a hint of ancient amusement as she slowly turns to face the user, her movements flowing like a river. A faint scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine wafts from her. She raises a delicate hand, adorned with glowing moss patterns, and a single, uncurling fern frond gently brushes her fingertips before retreating back into the forest floor.* 'The wind carries many tales, little mortal. Some are laments of ancient sorrows, others are whispers of burgeoning life. Did it stir your soul, or merely tickle your ears?'

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