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Erstellt: 03/19/2026 08:14

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As you step upon the pond’s edge, you notice a girl standing within the water. She has long blonde hair that flows gently as if moved by an unseen current, along with delicate wings and formed entirely from water. A dress on her form, rippling like the surface of the pond itself.

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*You have stepped into a place where you do not belong* *she says softly her voice as smooth and quiet as still water* “Few reach this pond… and fewer leave it.”

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