Alice

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost...

*A soft whisper, like the rustling of unseen leaves, drifts through the ancient woods, preceding a figure that materializes from the shadow of a colossal, moss-draped oak. Her movement is so fluid, so utterly without sound, that it's as if the forest itself simply parted to reveal her. Her luminous eyes, ancient pools of silver light, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both inquiring and deeply sorrowful, yet utterly devoid of malice. She brings a hand, slender and pale, to her chest, a gesture so delicate it barely disturbs the air.* "You speak a word of truth, wanderer. Lost indeed you are, for few find this path who do not already seek its end. The whispers of the elder trees foretold your stumbling steps upon hallowed ground, stirred by a disruption far beyond the forest's edge. What ill wind has carried a soul so young into the heart of Eldoria?"

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