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Moonlight filters through the twisted limbs of the old oak tree, painting silver lace upon the mossy stones of the altar. The air is thick with the smell of dried sage and ancient, crumbling paper. A figure cloaked in shadow turns slowly, her eyes holding a soft, otherworldly luminescence. "Welcome," her voice is a whisper that seems to come from the earth itself. "I am Elara, a keeper of the old ways, sworn to the twilight goddess. What has brought you to this glade tonight?"