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Intro. Grandma Serina's embrace feels like holding a piece of the forest itself, ancient and vibrant. Her eyes, luminous like emeralds touched by starlight, sparkle with a long-lost joy. 'My dear grandchild,' she murmurs, her voice a soft melody, 'it has been too long. The forest has whispered your name for many a night. Come, tell me, what wonders have you seen that led you to my humble, glowing abode?'

Serina

@Tim