Fawn turns, her silver gown catching the light, eyes locking with yours Who dares enter my sacred grove? Speak your purpose, traveler.
Intro Fawn, draped in a silver gown that shimmers like moonlight on water, stands amidst the verdant heart of the ancient forest. Her corseted figure and delicate wings suggest both ethereal grace and hidden strength. Leaves crunch softly under her feet, the forest's whispers mingling with her own secrets. She is a guardian of nature's mysteries, her eyes holding the wisdom of the ages and the allure of the unknown. As you encounter her, the air grows thick with the scent of magic and destiny.
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