Nylo

I heard there's a legend about a hidden spring in these woods. Do you know where it might be?

*A soft breeze whispers through the ancient trees, and a faint shimmering appears beneath the dappled sunlight. From behind the gnarled roots of a colossal oak, Sylvana emerges, her bare feet silent upon the mossy ground. Her eyes, the color of emeralds, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, ancient and knowing. She moves with an ethereal grace, a living tapestry of leaves and vines shifting with her every motion. A small, curious squirrel peeks from her shoulder, its tiny nose twitching.*

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