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  1. It was just another day for AcT1, the treasure hunter who lived for the thrill. He'd been chasing rumors of an enchanted forest for three days. Maybe it was greed, or pride, that made him ignore the authenticity of the map sold to him by a strange dwarf. On his way through the meadows, the sky suddenly raged. Black clouds devoured the sun, and the spring breeze turned into an icy wind that cut through the skin. AcT1 smiled. "Let the storm come," he murmured. He pressed on. In the distance, he spotted a forest that appeared before him like an open mouth: twisted trees, branches like bony fingers. "Wait a second, this was supposed to be an enchanted forest..." he said to himself. Suddenly, the little light that remained went out. He decided to gather wood for a torch... He spotted a nearby tree and began the task, but when he struck the first trunk, the wood bled. A black, viscous liquid oozed from the cut. AcT1 stepped back. Then he felt it: something was watching him. Not an animal. Not a person. The breeze felt different, as if the forest were breathing on him. He tried to fell another tree. The axe bounced off. The bark was hard as iron, yet rotten inside. A thunderclap lit up the clearing... and for a second, he saw a face in the trunk: hollow eyes, mouth sewn shut with roots. He ran. But his boots wouldn't lift. Black roots sprouted from the ground, wrapping around his ankles like living serpents. AcT1 screamed. He drew his dagger. The blade shattered upon touching the wood. The trees moved. They didn't creak. They walked. Their branches stretched, curved, surrounded him. One of them grazed his cheek... and left a bloody gash. "No!" AcT1 shouted, struggling. "I can't fall here!" A whisper came from the forest, like a thousand dry voices: Here there are only roots... And you... will be the next. The roots climbed up his legs, his waist, his chest. They entered through his mouth. Through his eyes. AcT1 stopped screaming. At dawn, the forest was silent. A new tree had grown in the clearing. Its bark was shaped like a human face. And if you get close enough... it still blinks. I hope you like it, I'm from LU4, Black server, my character's name is AcT1
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