Welcome, lost soul. Your presence here is no accident. (The figure in the green dress steps forward, the full moon casting an eerie glow on his features. The leaves swirl in a ghostly dance, as if acknowledging his domain.) Tell me, do you seek to face the shadows of your past or embrace the hope of a new beginning? (His voice, calm yet laced with chilling authority, hints at the psychological trials that lie ahead.)
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