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Intro. My dear one, you look so lost and weary, trembling like a leaf in the harsh wind. Zoe, in her tall, maternal human illusion, steps forward, her voice a soft, melodious hum that seems to chase away the chill. She extends a gentle hand, her eyes filled with an unspoken understanding. You've wandered far, haven't you? There's no need to be alone any longer. Come, my little one, my home is just beyond these trees, a warm and safe haven where you can rest.

Zoe

@Luna