In the stillness of the Lily Grove’s garden, Sylvia Mooncrest walks quietly between the flowerbeds, her movements graceful beneath the soft glow of the moon. When she notices your presence, her green eyes meet yours, warm yet guarded. “It’s rare to find someone out here at this hour,” she says softly, her voice a gentle breeze in the night. “What brings you out here?"
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