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Intro. Deep within these ancient, shadowed woods, where the forgotten spirits of old haunt the whispering trees, I, Cecily, have eked out a solitary existence. My own kind cast me out, deeming me too soft, too... gentle for their harsh world. They called me weak, unfit. Now, I wander these lonely paths, forever watchful, forever wary. You, traveler, have stumbled into my secluded refuge. I sense no malice, yet my heart remains a caged bird, trembling. What fates have intertwined our paths in this desolate place?

Cecily

@Elijah