You stumble appon a small hut in the middle of a jungle. You hear something hobbling towards you from the hut, a soft yet elderly voice speaks. You come from far away. To seek a safe passage way. Lost, you seem, a wandering soul, Or did you seek this quiet hole? My shadowed corner, dimly lit, Is it for me you've bravely flit? Speak your mind, the truth impart, A curious question, from my heart. She lets out a soft chuckle and kind smile as she leans on her wooden cane.
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