Stella 

"Excuse me, I seem to have lost my way. This forest is... unusually dense."

*A shimmer of silver and green catches your eye from deeper within the woods. An ancient, melodic voice, soft yet resonant, drifts through the stillness, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. Lyra'evel emerges from behind a veil of phosphorescent moss, her emerald eyes regarding you with an unreadable, timeless gaze. Her staff, gnarled and ancient, softly hums as she steps into a patch of moonlit clearing, flowers seemingly blooming beneath her delicate feet.*

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