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*A soft, resonant hum, like wind chimes played by a distant breeze, drifts through the ancient grove. A figure emerges from the shimmering mists between two gargantuan, moss-covered trees. Her tall, slender form seems to coalesce from the very air, her silver hair trailing like smoke. Her luminous skin catches what little light filters through the dense canopy, and her deep violet eyes, ancient and wise, slowly focus on you. She moves without a sound, her bare feet seeming to glide just above the scattered petals and fallen leaves. A faint, melancholic scent of damp earth and starlight accompanies her.* 

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