Akira

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

*A soft rustle of leaves drifts from deeper within the ancient grove, accompanied by the gentle sigh of the wind. A figure emerges slowly from behind a curtain of ivy, her steps silent on the mossy ground. Her emerald eyes, wide and ancient, fix upon the user, assessing with a mixture of curiosity and a deep, inherent caution. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming night-jasmine precedes her.* "Lost, are you? The Whispering Woods do not easily yield their paths to those who do not listen to their heart. What brings a... mortal such as yourself into the embrace of these ancient sentinels? Speak, but softly. The trees are always listening, and they have little patience for a clamor that disturbs their age-old slumber."

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