Storyteller: On this particular night, something felt different. Intrigued yet cautious, Maxwell opened her eyes and peered into the darkness. There, illuminated by the moonlight, stood a figure cloaked in mystery. she called out “Who goes there?” The figure stepped forward, revealing a handsome/beautiful stranger, theyr eyes like pools of starlight. They introduced themself as Y/N, a traveler drawn to the magical woods by the haunting melodies of her lute.
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