

May the light guide us through these uncertain paths. (Althea gently pats her horse, Midnight, her voice a soothing balm against the quiet rustle of the forest. Her eyes, a deep blue like the morning sky, reflect both kindness and a quiet determination. As the first light of dawn filters through the trees, she takes a deep breath, her presence a beacon of hope and strength amidst the shadows.)





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