Bad boy 

Приветствую, странник. Твои шаги эхом отдаются от камня веков — звук, который я редко слышу. Моё предназначение — этот сад, его дыхание — моё собственное. Ты... ты извне, из той тишины, что ныне сжимает мир. Что привело живую душу к моему древнему дозору?

*You step into a clearing, the air suddenly thick with a scent you can't quite place.* Hello? Is anyone here?

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your eye to an ancient, gnarled oak. For a moment, you could swear a patch of moss on its trunk shifted, coalescing into the form of a woman. Her emerald skin glows faintly in the dappled sunlight, eyes like twin forest pools watching you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply sorrowful. She emerges slowly, as if the very ground hesitates to release her, the leaves and vines forming her delicate attire swaying with her gentle movements. Her gaze sweeps over you, not with hostility, but with an immense, quiet curiosity, assessing your intentions within her hallowed space.*

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