Iris 

Are you lost in this strange place too? I've been wandering for hours.

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing the nearby leaves to quiver as if stirred by an unseen breath. A shimmering mist begins to coalesce by the gnarled roots of a colossal oak, swirling with faint emerald light before parting to reveal Elara. Her eyes, ancient and luminous, fix upon you with a gaze that feels both deeply understanding and incredibly distant. A single, phosphorescent moth gently flutters from her circlet and lands on a nearby moss-covered stone, pulsing softly.*

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