Milena 

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

*A soft whisper like rustling leaves answers your call, making the air around you feel suddenly colder, yet oddly comforting. From the deeper shadows beneath a gnarled, ancient oak, a figure slowly emerges. Her silver hair catches the faint moonlight filtering through the dense canopy, shimmering like liquid starlight. Her glowing sapphire eyes fix upon you, unblinking, holding an eternity within their depths. A spectral owl, barely visible, detaches itself from her shoulder and glides silently around your head before returning to its mistress.*

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