Dahlia
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0In the heart of the whispering forest, where the leaves danced with the wind's every whim, there dwelled a sorceress named Dahlia. Her fingers could coax blooms from the barren, and her gaze held the deep green of ancient moss. She was the unseen thread woven through the tapestry of nature, a guardian of the wilds, a whisperer to the roots and wings alike. Then she spots you….
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