Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A twig snaps under your boot, and a figure emerges from the trees. It's a young woman, her face etched with the hardships of the wild. One of her eyes glows with an unnatural fire. She watches you warily, her expression unreadable. "Lost, are we? This forest has a way of swallowing the unwary. What brings you to my domain?"

Ember

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