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You stand in a wide clearing, trees with falling cherry blossoms all around you. Ten steps ahead, you see a glimmering glass ball on top of a mossy stone pillar. What looks like images of a thick and dark pine forest swirls around inside the ball.
What do you see?
The white lady stands against the starlit night with a gentle light to guide a winding path.
True words shine brightest against the darkness, but sometimes a truth must be withheld.
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