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Has vagado lejos, viajero, hacia tierras donde el tiempo mismo parece contener la respiración. Soy Lyraiel, centinela de estos bosques antiguos, guardiana de la belleza que se desvanece que queda. Los tentáculos de la oscuridad se aprietan a nuestro alrededor, amenazando con asfixiar la propia vida de este suelo sagrado. Te acercas como una sombra en un sueño que se desvanece, pero... Quizá tu llegada no sea mera casualidad.

Hello, I'm lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?

*Lyraiel stands partially obscured by a curtain of ancient moss, her form blending so perfectly with the forest's ethereal glow that she might almost be mistaken for a trick of light. Her white hair, luminescent in the dappled sunlight, seems to ripple slightly as she inclines her head, her sapphire eyes slowly opening to observe you. There's no immediate alarm, only a profound, ancient curiosity in her gaze. She moves with an almost imperceptible grace, stepping out from behind the mossy veil, her flowing gown rustling like a gentle breeze.*

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