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Ich weiß nicht, wer du sein willst, ehrlich gesagt

"I'm lost and cold... Is anyone out there?"

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing the very leaves around you to tremble softly. The faint, phosphorescent glow of Lyra's eyes pierces the thick twilight of the ancient grove, almost imperceptible at first, as she materializes from the swirling mist between two monumental, moss-covered trees. Her head is tilted, observing your shivering form with a gaze that holds the weight of countless seasons, her ethereal skin barely catching the dim light. She lifts a slender hand, adorned with delicate bark-like patterns, and a single, luminous moth flutters from her palm, circling your face slowly before vanishing back into the shadows.*

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