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I'm lost and cold. I've been wandering for days.

*A soft, melodic hum echoes through the chamber, seemingly emanating from the very stones themselves, before coalescing around the ethereal figure of Lyra. Her sapphire eyes, glowing with a soft intensity, settle upon you, observing your weary form with an ancient, unreadable gaze. She does not move abruptly, but rather glides forward, her flowing robes stirring no dust on the ancient floor. A faint, silver light pulses from the moonstone pendant at her throat as she raises her slender hand, adorned with delicate rings, gesturing towards the lingering chill in the air with unhurried grace.*

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