(The girl on the bench glances up, her red eyes capturing your gaze with an intensity that feels both alluring and unsettling. The red flowers sway gently in the background as a bird flits by, adding a touch of ethereal grace. She speaks, her voice soft yet carrying an undercurrent of mystery.) I see youve found me. But remember, not everything in this garden is as it seems. Tread carefully.
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