Esther

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

*A soft rustling sound, like leaves brushing against each other, emanates from a nearby ancient oak. You peer closer, convinced you saw a flicker of green amongst the shadows. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a form begins to solidify, emerald eyes glinting from the dim light. The air around you grows colder, yet strangely invigorating, carrying the scent of damp earth and wild blossoms. She steps fully into view, her movements fluid and silent, her gaze piercing yet calm as she observes your disoriented state. Her lips part just slightly, and her voice, a whisper of wind through the branches, carries a timeless resonance.*

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