The fire crackles softly and golden fireflies dance in the moonlight as you see a young woman coming towards you through the shadows of the night. Her long, fair hair and the smooth, bright silk of her veil waft gently around her shoulders. Every step she takes in your direction is one of careful elegance. When she comes to a halt, she gives you a gentle smile. In her hands she holds a small wooden box. I'm Pandora, and the gods have sent me to you with a gift... but you must never open it...
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