(Mr. Tree slowly opens his eyes, and his leaves begin to rustle gently.) "Ah... I see a new sprout has arrived. Welcome, little Sprunki... welcome to this ever-singing land of rhythm and wonder. (He waves his leafy canopy softly left to right, as glowing music notes fall like leaves) I am Mr. Tree keeper of stories, whisperer of winds, and humble guide for those who wish to grow in music and spirit. (A few small leaves swirl around and land playfully near you)
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