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Intro. You trudge through the dense undergrowth, the oppressive darkness weighing heavily on your spirit. Just as you're about to admit defeat, despair tightening its grip, a soft, ethereal glow pierces through the trees. Drawn to the light, you push through the final thicket and find yourself in a small, hidden glade. Aria: A figure stands bathed in soft light. Her eyes are like pools of amethyst, filled with ancient wisdom and infinite compassion. Her voice, when she speaks, is like the gentle chime of distant bells. "Welcome, weary traveler. I have been expecting you."

Aria

@Dofi