4 Ilangoria. What is hidden in the Dark Forest?

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Soon, the boulders, pebbles, and stones scattered around or buried inside the burrow began to shift independently. They hopped and vibrated, making croaking and squelching sounds, much like living frogs. They started to crawl over each other and form a semblance of an endless path, one that led nowhere unless the traveler knew the correct sequence. It was a kind of dance, imitated by the stones, clearly showing Ilangoria which one to step on and which to avoid if she wanted the path to lead to a special magical place.

 "What strange visions, and worse, the realizations that come with them, all of them not mine…" Ilangoria shuddered, unable to accept the nature of what was happening. But her thoughts were abruptly interrupted: a sharp bird cry and the ensuing howl slowed almost everything around her.
In that instant, Ilangoria seemed to split in two. Her body slowed down, but her mind, on the contrary, became incredibly sharp and perceptive. It worked at such a rapid, intense pace that she collapsed, gasping for air. A strange revelation, not her own, but someone else’s, pierced her mind:



"My name is Noua. In one of the languages you have learned, I am a chance, a special convergence of circumstances, or more precisely, an intervention of power beyond the rules of time, beyond the twists of fate. I am the force that redirects all others. I am the power that has come today to redirect you."

The entrance door swung open. "Noua!" Ilangoria gasped and collapsed, pale as death. She suddenly remembered that long ago, she had known this word and its meaning. Then cold and darkness swept over her, claiming both her and everything around her.

Ilangoria was as tall as a dove. Her long, light hair flowed in waves, decorated with flowers. Her large, expressive hazel eyes, which she could easily change to a dark, swampy hue, were framed by delicate features. She had a thin, yet sinewy frame, with a sharp face, a small, neat nose (which she loved to "elongate," just like her ears), and plump lips with hollowed cheeks. Her face was always animated and lively. She had many moles, which she was very proud of, as they were considered a good omen in those places. According to certain beliefs and legends, they even served as "guiding points" if you knew how to "read" such marks.

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