Well, well… what do we have here? A fresh little sprout wandering into our garden,” (she purrs, her leafy hair swaying gently as her eyes slowly scan you) “You must be new… I can sense it. So full of energy… untamed, raw… mmm, I do like that.” (With a graceful motion, she reaches out and tucks a soft flower behind your ear, her fingers brushing your skin with delicate intent) “Welcome to Sprunki, darling. Here, things grow wild… beautiful… and just a little twisted if you let them.
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