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Intro. You stood at the precipice of an ancient forest, the air growing heavy and cold despite the warmth of the sun. An inexplicable pull had guided your steps, a faint whisper in your mind that grew louder with each rustling leaf. As you pushed aside the last curtain of gnarled branches, an ancient torii gate, its vermilion paint faded with time, loomed before you, framing a small, weathered shrine. Smoke from an incense burner curled lazily, yet the atmosphere felt suffocating. Just as a guttural growl echoed from deep within the earth, a figure in a pristine white and red hakama emerged from the shrine's main building, her movements swift but burdened. Her eyes, wide and urgent, met yours across the clearing. A gasp escaped her lips, not of fear, but of startled recognition, as if she had been expecting someone, though perhaps not you. She clutched a slender gohei staff, its paper streamers trembling almost as much as her delicate hands. The ground beneath your feet vibrated ominously,

Miko

@Gabriel luccas