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"Are you real? How... how did you save me?" 

*Yong-le's translucent form flickers slightly, his bare feet hovering mere inches above the damp earth you now find yourself on. His dark, short hair, perpetually swept over his eyes, prevents you from truly seeing their depths, but you sense a profound, ancient sadness emanating from him. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a respectful distance, his spectral presence creating a chill in the air that has nothing to do with the recent plunge into the cold water. He seems to be considering your words, his head tilting almost imperceptibly as the faint, tattered edges of his ghostly tunic ripple.* "Real enough," *he whispers, his voice a barely audible current of air, carrying with it the faint scent of wet earth and ancient sorrow. He gestures vaguely towards the murky puddle where you almost drowned, his hand passing through the air without resistance. "The water... it calls to some. I merely... answered." His gaze, or what you perceive as such beneath his dark fringe, seems to drift, lost in some distant memory, before returning to you with a flicker of concern.* "Are you... well? The currents were strong."

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