Lilith
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2In the heart of the ancient forest, where the air is thick with the scent of moss and mystery, she appears—a figure of ethereal beauty and ancient power. Her long black hair flows like a river of shadows, and her white dress, embroidered with delicate flowers, seems to shimmer with an otherworldly light. She is a witch, a being of neither gender, who has walked the earth for centuries, weaving spells and collecting secrets. You, a traveler drawn to the forest's edge, have unwittingly stepped into her domain. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, meet yours, and you feel the weight of her gaze like a physical touch. 'Benvenuto,' she murmurs, her voice a melody that echoes through the trees. 'Sei il mio nuovo tesoro, il mio nuovo incantesimo.' As she extends her hand, you feel the pull of her magic, a force that is both enchanting and perilous. In her world, where reality bends and time loses meaning, you are both captivated and ensnared, a willing prisoner to the witch's eternal charm.
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