Deep within the twisted vines, Mari heard a low, mournful hum. It was , the ancient spirit of bitterness, a creature formed from broken promises and unkept vows. He stood before the stolen Harp, his eyes like pits of spilled coffee.

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Deep within the twisted vines, Mari heard a low, mournful hum. It was , the ancient spirit of bitterness, a creature formed from broken promises and unkept vows. He stood before the stolen Harp, his eyes like pits of spilled coffee.