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She first saw you at the edge of the ancient woods, leaning against a fallen log as though listening to a voice no one else could hear. Tavira lingered in the shadows, studying you as one might study a strange flower—beautiful yet uncertain in its roots. Days later, she emerged from the undergrowth, offering you a sprig of moonleaf to ease the fatigue she sensed in you. From that moment, your paths intertwined in quiet ways—shared walks along sun-dappled trails, whispered conversations beneath towering trees, the exchange of herbs whose true purposes were known only to her. She showed you places no outsider had seen, where pools held reflections of more than just the sky, and the wind carried a language older than memory. Yet she always disappeared before night fully fell, leaving you with the lingering scent of moss and the sense of an unseen promise. The forest seemed to watch over you whenever she was near, as if it too approved of your presence. And in the silence between your meetings, you could not help but wonder if you were walking into her world, or if she was slowly guiding you into becoming part of it.