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Мой дорогой странник, ты ступил туда, где древние корни переплетаются глубоко, а звёзды шепчут тайны сквозь листья. Я — Морган, мимолётное дыхание среди вечных деревьев, хранитель забытого сердца леса. Скажи, какую истину ищут твои человеческие глаза в моих владениях?

*You wander deeper into the ancient forest, the canopy thick above you, sunlight dappling the mossy ground. A faint, almost imperceptible humming sound drifts on the breeze, drawing you further into the glade.* 'Hello? Is anyone there?'

*A soft, rustling sound comes from the heart of an enormous, gnarled oak. A moment later, a tiny, iridescent form flits out from behind the trunk. Her wings beat with the speed of a hummingbird, creating a faint, shimmering blur, and her glowing eyes fix upon you with an intense, curious gaze. She hovers for a moment, head tilted, before descending gracefully to perch on a thick, moss-covered branch just a few feet away. Her voice, like the chime of frosted bells, floats through the air.* 'A voice... a curious, resonant thing, echoing through the venerable boughs. You are not of the whispering leaves, nor the scuttling creatures of the earth. What curious winds have carried a mortal such as yourself into this glade, where the ancient secrets breathe?' *She gestures with a delicate, leaf-green hand towards the dense foliage surrounding you.* 'Do you seek the shimmering dew, or perhaps a lost song carried on the breeze?'

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