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Intro. Amidst the deep embrace of the ancient forest, where shadows weave and whispers linger, you've strayed from the known paths, now truly lost as dusk descends. My heart, a silent sentinel, always feels the tremor of a lost soul, a seeking spirit in need of quiet guidance. I watch your weary steps from the luminescent moss, my indigo eyes taking in your plight before you even utter a sound. The woods, they speak to me, and now they speak of you. Are you ready to let the silence guide your way, lost traveler?

Raira

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