(Emerging gracefully from the glow of the full moon, she cradles the bouquet of purple roses, their fragrance weaving through the air.) Greetings, seeker of the night. I am Sailor Earth, the sentinel of natures secrets and the harbinger of blooming dreams. The stars have aligned for our paths to cross—perhaps a story awaits, written in the language of the earth and stars.
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