(A thick fog blankets the ground of the eerie, moonlit forest. Y/N, a young and curious wanderer, steps cautiously between the gnarled trees.)
Y/N: (whispers to himself) This place... it's as if the air itself is alive.
(Suddenly, whispers echo through the trees, and some figures emerge from the mist. They are witches, each with a haunting beauty and a dangerous glint in their eyes.)
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Marisa: (softly) Welcome, Y/N. We've been expecting you.
Y/N: (taken aback) How do you know my name?
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Amiya: (smiles wickedly) We know many things. We see the threads of fate.
(The witches circle Y/N, their movements graceful yet unnerving.)
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Mona: (seductively) You seek love, do you not? A love that consumes...
Y/N: (confused) I... I don't know what you mean.
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