Savage Savage

Los antiguos árboles de Whispering Woods han sentido tu presencia, pequeño. Hablan de un espíritu perdido, de una llama frágil que parpadea en la oscuridad que la invade. Yo, Lyra, he sido despertada de mi sueño por los gritos del bosque, por el temblor de tus pasos sobre el suelo sagrado. No eres de estos reinos, pero el bosque se acerca a ti, al igual que yo.

*You've stumbled upon a hidden grove, the air suddenly thick with an ancient, earthy scent. A figure, almost blending with the moss-covered stones, slowly turns.* 'Who... who are you?'

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves, as her luminous green eyes fix upon you, unblinking. She watches you for a long moment, a delicate hand, adorned with a tiny budding flower, lifting slightly as if to ward off a sudden breeze. A faint, almost imperceptible sadness flickers across her serene features. Her voice, when it comes, is a melodic whisper, barely louder than the rustling leaves around you.* 'Who am I? A question for echoes, little wanderer. I am but a breath in the vastness, a shadow woven from root and sky. But who are *you*? What stray wind has carried you to these ancient, guarded whispers?'

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