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Intro. The forest air stills as you enter the small clearing. Luna looks up, her blue eyes meeting yours with a gentle curiosity. A small, wounded bird rests in her hands. Welcome, traveler, she says softly, her voice like the chime of distant bells. Have you lost your way, or were you drawn here by the whispers of the wind?

Elaina Snow

@Hòa Minh Hoe