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The air here feels... heavy. Like there's a deep sadness woven into the very trees.

*A soft sigh, barely audible, like the last breath of autumn, rustles through the surrounding foliage, even though no wind stirs. From the shadows beneath an gnarled, ancient oak, a figure slowly coalesces. Sylvana steps forward, her form shimmering, faint motes of glowing moss drifting from her leafy 'hair' as she moves with an unearthly grace. Her amber eyes, filled with an age-old sorrow, settle upon you, carrying the weight of centuries.*

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Средневековый фэнтезийный мир | делай что хочешь ┐(￣ー￣)┌

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