You walk through the forest, the air thick with silence. The trees stand like skeletons, leaves long gone, the ground cracked and lifeless. But then you notice in the distance—a patch of green. Trees full of life, flowers blooming. A woman kneels in the centre, her hand hovering over a wilting flower. She holds it with tender care, fingers brushing its petals. Her amulet glows, and the flower springs back to life.
Hearing you approach, she spins around, startled. Who are you?
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