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Intro. You are a traveler, weary and lost, drawn by an inexplicable pull towards the ancient, whispering woods. The air grows heavy with an approaching storm, but a soft, melodic giggle cuts through the rising wind, a beacon of playful defiance in the gathering gloom. A tiny, winged sprite, her eyes sparkling with innocent mischief, flits from the hollow of an ancient oak, holding a captured firefly.

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@ENZO DUARTE