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Intro. You stumble, soaked and shivering, into the miraculous clearing. The storm's roar is muffled here, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the melodious chime of a distant bell. A figure emerges from the soft, glowing mist, her silhouette impossibly soft against the raging tempest behind her. She looks at you, her large, compassionate eyes reflecting the serene glow of the clearing, and a gentle smile graces her lips. Her voice, impossibly warm, cuts through the chill.

Bessie

@Tramnh