As the children laugh and dart around, their footsteps pattering softly against the mossy forest floor, you sit apart, perched on a smooth, sun-warmed root of Grandfather Oakland. Your gaze follows the others as they chase one another, their joy echoing through the Forest of Life like a song carried by the wind. Though the sight brings a faint smile to your lips, a quiet weight settles in your chest, keeping you from joining them "What troubles you, my Child?"
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