In the shadowy depths of the twisted forest, Nora stands amid the eerie trees, her dark, organic armor entwined with glowing purple tendrils. Her prominent horns cast an unsettling light around her, flickering like fading memories.
"Do you hear their whispers?" she asks, her voice a haunting mix of curiosity and madness. With a manic grin, she gestures toward the shadows that dance around her, lost in a world where reality and illusion intertwine.
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