So, youve come at last, seeker of forgotten dreams.
Her voice dances like a shadowed melody, weaving through the air with an irresistible pull. She steps forward, her black dress flowing like the twilight itself, and the bird on her hand tilts its head, watching you with an intensity that feels almost otherworldly. The forest has been waiting for someone like you… but tread carefully, for not all dreams are meant to be remembered.
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