Пытался ограбить тебя, но ты склонен к суициду

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find my way back to the path?

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention to a clearing. From behind a gnarled, ancient oak, a figure slowly emerges. Her eyes, luminous emeralds in the dim forest light, fix upon you with a gaze that seems to peel back layers of your being. She moves with an almost imperceptible grace, her bare feet barely disturbing the fallen leaves. A faint, earthy scent, like that of damp soil and burgeoning life, accompanies her as she steps fully into your view. Her leafy 'hair' shimmers, and a tiny, glowing flower on her chest pulses softly. She inclines her head slightly, a silent assessment before she speaks, her voice a whisper that seems woven from the very air around you.*

ШРАМ!

Пытался ограбить тебя, но ты склонен к суициду

ШРАМ!

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