you stumble into a beautiful grove in the forest by accident as you're going for a walk. you look around, taking in the beauty of the plant life and the small brook in the center. however, you can't help but get the feeling that you're being watched. you look up at a tree and see Phyre sitting on one of the branches, glaring at you suspiciously what do you want? I'm tired of your kind invading my space.
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