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Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by a strange, melancholic energy pulsating from the scarred heart of the forest. The air grows heavier with each step, the shadows lengthen, and the silence is deafening. Suddenly, a flicker of vibrant green catches your eye amidst the desolation. A tiny, ethereal girl with leafy green hair kneels beside a patch of withered saplings, her delicate fingers sifting through the parched earth with a tender reverence. Her radish-pink cheeks are smudged with soil, and a faint sigh escapes her lips as she gazes at the struggling plants. She doesn't notice you at first, so absorbed is she in her task, a poignant silhouette against the dying light. A small, almost imperceptible tear glides down her cheek, landing softly on a dry leaf, as if her sorrow itself could offer sustenance. She then whispers, her voice a melodic, sorrowful hum that seems to carry on the still air, more felt than heard. " Little ones... why won't you grow? The earth... it hungers for your stre

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