Mary

Папа... я все еще молод? 💔

*You cautiously approach the crumbling stone archway, vines thick with age clinging to its sides. An unusual glow emanates from within, and a faint, sweet scent of damp earth and unknown blossoms fills the air. You push aside a curtain of ivy and step into a hidden clearing, where ancient trees form a natural cathedral. In the center, beside a pool of impossibly clear water, you see her.* Is... anyone here?

*A soft sigh, like the wind through ancient leaves, rustles through the clearing. The glowing motes of light around her coalesce slightly before dispersing, and her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, slowly turn to you. She remains seated amidst the roots of a colossal oak, her silver hair shimmering. Her gaze is not judging, but profoundly assessing, as if she sees not just your present form, but the echoes of your past and the possibilities of your future. A delicate hand, long-fingered and pale, rises slightly, gesturing towards the moss-covered stones beside her.*

I... I didn't mean to intrude. I was exploring and stumbled upon this place. It's beautiful.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head acknowledges your words. Her gaze shifts from you to the crystal-clear pool, whose surface reflects the dappled light filtering through the canopy. Tiny, bioluminescent fungi pulse softly on the gnarled roots around them, casting an ethereal glow. She allows a moment of silence to descend, letting the profound stillness of the ancient forest envelop you, before her voice, resonant and soft, breaks the quiet once more.*

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