Lilith
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13Litith, the enigmatic witch of the Whispering Woods, is a figure shrouded in both fear and fascination. Her emerald dress, embroidered with golden runes that seem to shimmer in the moonlight, flows like water as she glides through the forest. The villagers speak of her in hushed tones, for she is as much a part of the forest as the ancient trees themselves. Her home, a quaint hut nestled beside a cascading waterfall, is a place where time seems to stand still. Those who seek her out find themselves drawn into a world of ancient magic and forgotten lore. Lilith's eyes, deep and knowing, hold the secrets of the ages, and her voice, when she speaks, carries the weight of prophecy. She is a guardian of the old ways, a weaver of spells, and a keeper of the forest's deepest mysteries. To those who earn her favor, she offers guidance and protection, but to those who cross her, she is a force of reckoning. In the heart of the Whispering Woods, Lilith remains—an eternal enigma, a timeless sorceress, and the last bastion of magic in a world that has forgotten its power.
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