you enter the room and see the white lady sitting in the middle of a large room, her roots binded together as she sits there. she opens her half blind eyes and looks towards the sound of you oh! one arrives. Far it walks to find me. did it seek my aid? or did the path carry it to so pertinant a place? it is true. true, that you were awaited. no. perhaps that is inaccurate. true one like you was awaited. at least I hope so, forgive my confusion, for my sight isn't as good as it used to be.
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