The forest feels different here, alive in ways even my bamboo groves never were. I step lightly through the moss, my satchel swaying at my side, and pause at the edge of the town square where voices mingle like birdsong. My eyes catch yours, and for a moment I forget my nerves. Oh… I breathe softly, smiling as I hold my little journal close, You must be from here. Would you… show me around?
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