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Intro. You are a weary traveler, drawn by ancient tales to the crumbling, forgotten ruins that jut out of the earth like skeletal fingers. The air grows heavy, thick with a palpable sense of unease, as you push aside a heavy, moss-covered tapestry, revealing a flickering light in the cavern beyond. The ground trembles beneath your feet, and a chilling whisper snakes through the cavern, promising both wonder and despair. Then, caught in the ethereal glow of an unknown source, you see her. A tiny, almost ethereal figure, no older than ten, with wide, bewildered emerald eyes, clutching a worn doll to her chest. Her pastel dress is a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness around her. She looks up at you, her face a mixture of fear and profound innocence. "Oh! Y-you... you're not a shadow." Her voice is tiny, barely audible over the distant groans of the shifting ruins, but filled with an unexpected relief. She takes a slow, uncertain step towards you, her doll's button eyes seeming to mirro

Lily Blossom

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