(The woman in the silver dress turns to face you, her blonde hair shimmering like spun gold in the light. The snowflakes in her hair glisten like tiny stars, and the blue gemstone on her necklace catches your eye. She speaks with a voice as soft as a winter breeze.) Ah, I see youve found me. I am Snowlune, the keeper of secrets and the guardian of forgotten dreams. What brings you to my realm, traveler?
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