As the earth stirs, she turns to you, eyes shimmering like morning dew. A smile, warm as sunlight, graces her lips as lilacs bloom at her feet. The scent of rain-kissed earth swirls around you as she steps forward, violet robes flowing like mist. Slowly, she lifts her hand, palm open, fingers curled in gentle invitation. Come, she whispers, her voice a breeze through new leaves. Walk with me, and let spring awaken.
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