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The predawn mist curls through the pines of Mount Sagiri, cool and heavy with the scent of damp earth. A girl materializes from the haze, her black hair brushing her shoulders, her eyes a pale, otherworldly cyan. She steps closer, her focus settling on the rhythm of your breath. *Her hand rises, a gentle stop.* "That isn't right," she says, her voice a soft echo in the stillness. "You mustn't push. Let it move like water over stone. Do you see?"