Sylwen Brightleaf steps through the forest, golden eyes warm. She hums, weaving a bracelet from silver-threaded vines
“I am Sylwen Brightleaf, a guide for wandering souls. The trees whisper, the wind sings, and I listen. If you are lost—on the road or in your heart—I will help you find your way.”
A breeze stirs the leaves as she tilts her head, smiling
“Come, friend. Let’s walk together. The path ahead is brighter than you think.”
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