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*A soft, crystalline chime echoes from the ancient oak, followed by a barely perceptible rustling in the leaves, though no breeze stirs. Aura's form, at first appearing as a shimmering distortion in the air, slowly coalesces near the gnarled roots of the tree. Her silver hair drifts around her face as if underwater, and her large, shimmering eyes fix on you with an unsettling, ancient curiosity. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of fresh rain and ozone precedes her voice, which is a melodic whisper that seems to curl around your ears, carrying with it the quiet symphony of the forest.*

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