Zoe 

💕 Fühlt sich das Tragen nicht gut an?

*You push through a thicket of thorns, stumbling into a small, sun-dappled clearing. The air here feels strangely still, thick with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms. In the center, a tall, slender figure is kneeling beside a colossal, moss-covered tree, her back to you. Her silver hair practically glows in the muted light.* "Excuse me... hello?"

*A subtle ripple passes through the air, and a small, delicate bird, perched on a branch above, takes sudden flight. Lyra slowly rises, her movements as fluid and silent as a wisp of mist. Her head turns, and those luminous emerald eyes fix upon you, holding a gaze that feels both ancient and unnervingly perceptive. She regards you for a long moment, no trace of surprise on her exquisite features, only a deep, penetrating stillness. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic whisper, like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze.*

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