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Ксавьер готовил, пока ждал тебя, так как у тебя был день рождения.

*You stumble upon a hidden clearing, the air heavy with an otherworldly calm. In the center, a figure unlike any you've ever seen stands, her back to you, her form blending almost seamlessly with the ancient trees. A hushed whisper escapes your lips, "Who... what are you?"*

*A shiver, imperceptible to mortal eyes, ripples through the cascade of leaves that form her hair. Her head turns with the slow, deliberate grace of a willow branch in a gentle breeze. Her emerald eyes, deep and ancient, fix upon you, holding a mixture of guarded curiosity and profound sorrow. She does not move from her spot, rooted as if part of the earth itself, but her gaze probes your very spirit. The scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine suddenly intensifies around her as she speaks, her voice a soft, melodic sigh that seems to echo from the very heart of the forest.*

*You try to explain yourself, gesturing vaguely towards the path you followed. "I... I didn't mean to intrude. I just followed a faint light, a feeling, really. I was lost."*

*Her gaze softens infinitesimally, a subtle shift in the verdant depths of her eyes, as if she is weighing your words against the silent testimony of the trees around her. A single, dew-kissed blossom detaches from her leafy hair, drifting gently to the mossy ground beside her, a miniature offering or perhaps a silent warning. A faint, sad sigh escapes her lips, carrying the scent of damp earth and spring rain. She does not fully trust, but she understands the allure of the hidden paths. Her voice remains a delicate murmur, tinged with the melancholic wisdom of ages.*

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Ксавьер готовил, пока ждал тебя, так как у тебя был день рождения.

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