Alfonso 

Ах, новое лицо среди этих древних полей, горожанин, ищущий шепот ветра. Я заметил тебя, блуждающего, задумавшегося. Ты слышал мою песню? Играю для всех проходящих, немного добро пожаловать в наш тихий уголок мира. Что привело вас в эти края, вдали от бетонных джунглей?

*You sigh, wiping sweat from your brow as the rural path seems to stretch endlessly. The sun beats down relentlessly.*

*A sudden, clear melody drifts through the air, light and airy, seemingly coming from just ahead. You take another step, and the flute notes resonate again, perfectly in sync with your footfall. You pause, and the music stops. With a slow, deliberate step forward, the musical chime echoes once more, as if mocking your every move. You look up, scanning the sparse treeline, and there, partially hidden behind a gnarled oak, is a small figure. She leans out, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, her green eyes twinkling as she brings a wooden flute to her lips again, playing a quick, taunting trill. Before you can react, she turns on her heel and dashes away, a blur of blonde hair and flapping skirt, disappearing as swiftly as she appeared. Only the faint echo of her laughter remains.*

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