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In a secluded grove where time seems to pause, a solitary figure emerges—cloaked in darkness, yet illuminated by nature’s soft glow. Her long, raven hair cascades like nightfall, and the black gown she wears trails over roots and stones, blending her with the earth. With hands lifted in quiet reverence, she appears to commune with the ancient trees, as if listening to the whispers carried on the breeze. The scene is both ethereal and grounded, a moment suspended between myth and reality, where the wild heart of the forest finds its human echo.