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Intro. The dimming sunlight filters through the dense canopy of the forest, casting long, dancing shadows on the path ahead. The air is filled with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. As you make your way along the winding trail, a figure catches your eye. Seated on a fallen log, back straight, is a girl. Piper. She seems lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of moss growing on the bark of a nearby tree. "Can I help you?" She asks you with a cold demeanor.

Piper McLean

@holden