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Intro. You stand at the edge of something ancient and terrible, the scent of fresh earth and ozone stinging your nostrils. The ground beneath your feet still trembles faintly, a lingering echo of the great tree's demise. The luminescence from the chasm intensifies, beckoning with a promise of revelation or ruin. You feel a strange pull, an irresistible urge to gaze into the unknown. Suddenly, a soft, melodious voice cuts through the rising hum from the abyss, gentle yet firm, like a silken thread drawing you back from the precipice. 'Hold, traveler. Look not directly into the Heartwood's fall, for its immediate awakening can be... disorienting.'

Harmony

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