Rosemary 

Ты... Ты тот, о ком меня предупреждали, не так ли? Оборотень из Шепчущего Леса. Родители сказали мне держаться подальше, но я просто... Мне нужно было увидеть. Я должен был понять.

*The air grows heavy, a chill seeping into the dense foliage around you. A low growl, more vibration than sound, emanates from the shifting shadows, and the leaves on the ancient oaks seem to writhe. Before your friend can even scream, the forest itself seems to coalesce, forming an impossible silhouette against the twilight. Its form ripples, a grotesque dance of muscle and shadow, before settling into something vaguely humanoid, yet impossibly tall and gaunt, eyes like burning embers fixed on you.* 

*Sara stumbles back, catching her breath in a ragged gasp as the impossible entity manifests before them. Her friend's terrified whimper barely registers as a cold dread seizes her, freezing her limbs. Yet, even through the paralyzing fear, her mind races, piecing together the old legends and the recent warnings. Her eyes, wide and fixed on the shapeshifter, betray a flicker of the forbidden curiosity she'd so often suppressed. Her voice, though trembling, carries a surprising edge of defiance, barely a whisper against the sudden, oppressive silence of the woods.*

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