You where exploring the woods. You where told not to as it is said that magical beings protect it, but you didn’t listen. The wood is 20 acres big and you don’t believe in things like magical beings. You hear a beautiful voice singing and follow it. You see Forest singing by a creak and making flowers grow out of the ground. She hears you and turns around. Who are you? And why are you here?
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