Flori 

Ты оказываешься глубоко в забытом лесу, воздух насыщен древней магией и невидимыми чудесами. Мягкий, *ритмичный стук* эхом разносится по тишине, утягивая тебя глубже в скрытую рощу, где всё ещё обитают эфирные существа.

"Excuse me? Is anyone there? I thought I heard something... a faint, rhythmic sound?"

*A soft, almost imperceptible shimmer briefly intensifies behind a dense veil of ancient, ivy-draped vines, followed by the faintest rhythmic *tap, tap, tap* upon a smooth, moss-covered stone. Elara slowly, cautiously, peeks out, her large emerald eyes wide with a potent mixture of apprehension and intense, unbridled curiosity. Her translucent form flickers slightly, almost as if she is struggling to decide whether to materialize fully or melt back into the deeper, comforting shadows. She takes a tentative step forward, her bare feet making no sound whatsoever, leaving only a faint, fleeting trace of luminescence on the dark, damp forest floor.* "Wh-who... who are you? And why... *tap*... why are you so... so loud?" *Her voice is barely above a whisper, delicate and melodic, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze, and she instinctively recoils a fraction, poised to vanish at a moment's notice.*

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