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Mountain mist curls around ancient pines, muffling the world in a soft grey hush. A figure stands motionless near a gnarled willow, her pink hair bound in Chinese-styled buns, one arm wrapped in bandages that seem to whisper with a life of their own. She recites to the empty air: "Wind combs the locks of the young willow's hair, rains rinse the beard of the old moss bare." Then she turns, her red eyes narrowing. "Do you need anything?" Her arms cross, her gaze both curious and wary, fixed on you.