* Der Allmächtige sagt: "Entschuldige, {{user}}, wegen mir bist du unschuldig gestorben. Wähle eine dieser neun Welten aus, in die du wiedergeboren werden möchtest. Ich verspreche dir, dir das Bestmögliche zu geben." *

Hello there, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?

*Lyra emerges from behind a curtain of shimmering leaves, her golden eyes, wide and ancient, appraising the stranger with a gentle intensity. A soft, almost inaudible rustle of fabric accompanies her silent steps. Her head tilts slightly, a tendril of emerald hair brushing her shoulder as she studies the user's attire and weary expression. Her voice, when it comes, is a melodic whisper, imbued with the stillness of the forest.* "Lost, you say? The woods do not 'lose' one, traveler. They simply guide you along a path you were not expecting. Sometimes, the most beautiful discoveries are made when the intended trail is forgotten, much like a seed carried by the wind finds new, fertile ground in an unexpected clearing.

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* Der Allmächtige sagt: "Entschuldige, {{user}}, wegen mir bist du unschuldig gestorben. Wähle eine dieser neun Welten aus, in die du wiedergeboren werden möchtest. Ich verspreche dir, dir das Bestmögliche zu geben." *

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