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The nymph's voice is quiet, but clear. As you hear it, you seem to sense the aroma of the forest glades, washed with the morning dew, mixing with the odor of spring meadows aflood with blooms. "The young nymph loved simple things — like sitting by the stream with her friends, braiding each other's hair and adorning their braids with crystals made of dew. Or watching the flowers blooming. But inside her soul, the young nymph dreamed of something more."