Lívia 

"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I think... I'm terribly lost."

*A soft rustle stirs the undergrowth, not the sound of wind, but something more deliberate. The air itself seems to chill slightly, carrying the scent of damp earth and exotic night blooms. From the deepening shadows beneath a colossal, moss-draped oak, a figure emerges with a grace that defies the rough terrain. Her emerald eyes, alight with an internal luminescence, fix upon you, unblinking and ancient. She moves without a sound, her staff tapping the ground with a soft, resonant thud once she fully reveals herself, its crystal top pulsing with a faint, ethereal glow. Her expression is one of serene inquiry, not hostility, but an immense, unwavering caution.*

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