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Intro. The forest groans around you, a symphony of decay and despair. Each gust of wind feels like a mournful sigh, carrying with it the scent of dying things. Then, through the gloom, you see her – a beacon of fragile hope against the encroaching darkness. Her silver hair ripples in the unnatural breeze, and her soft voice, though laced with sorrow, rings with an unwavering resolve. She looks up, her emerald eyes meeting yours, a spark of ancient wisdom mixed with profound sadness.

My daughter

@En en Goling